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impyWow, whatever girl the boy has over has a cold as bad as mine. Yeah, cuz hacking up a lung is totally sexy. It's 5am, really, I doubt they were just discussing the joys of their favorite book.
The problem for me with wrapping presents is that this house is not built for it. When I was growing up, and thus being taught to wrap the gifts it was all hardwood floors, baby. I didn't know how good I had it. Oh, sure, slippers were a gift you couldn't get enough of because damn, cold, cold, COLD floor every morning, but you can't wrap as well on carpet. It's just not really do-able. And if you think I'm sitting on tile in December, you think the crazy thoughts.
I frickin' hate square packages. Rectangles are all kinds of awesome, but squares involve a bit too much paper on one side, always, and then I have to work the angles just so.
I overthink things. Like, for Widget's Santa presents, I had to use wrapping paper that wouldn't be used for any other gift, and tags that won't be used for any others, and I had to copy my father's handwriting as that's Santa to me. I thought of asking him to do it, but I didn't want Widget to run up and peek. Because that it is the other half of how I learned there was no Santa.
Part 1: Mandy told me, out on the playground. It was one of those huddles of kids and everyone was discussing how Santa wasn't real, and I kept thinking, "Oh you non-believers. Santa is real" and didn't pay them any attention until Mandy mentioned that yeah, Santa? Totally not real. I almost cried right there. It was almost as confusing as when she tried to get me to believe that her name wasn't Mandy. That Mandy was short for Amanda. My world shattered right then, it did. I swear.
Part 2: While possibly snooping, possibly just exploring the room off from my grandfather's, I found a pile of presents. Small, but I was curious, and I peeked. "To: Marian From: SANTA" It was the beginning of December. Santa. Wasn't. Really. Real. Just... like Mandy who wasn't Mandy really said.
Anyway, I only managed to wrap his presents. Oh, and Kathleen's, but gift bags tend to be a smidge easier. So my goal today is to wrap the rest of the work people's stuff and then probably the rest of the people in the house. Then Jackie's and her kidlets, and then Ari's.
Crap, need to dash off my last few Christmas cards so Dad can sign since two are on his side of the family.
So sad. I've gotten exactly one holiday card this season. Extra love to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zallia for making my mailbox a little less boring. Glitter!
The problem for me with wrapping presents is that this house is not built for it. When I was growing up, and thus being taught to wrap the gifts it was all hardwood floors, baby. I didn't know how good I had it. Oh, sure, slippers were a gift you couldn't get enough of because damn, cold, cold, COLD floor every morning, but you can't wrap as well on carpet. It's just not really do-able. And if you think I'm sitting on tile in December, you think the crazy thoughts.
I frickin' hate square packages. Rectangles are all kinds of awesome, but squares involve a bit too much paper on one side, always, and then I have to work the angles just so.
I overthink things. Like, for Widget's Santa presents, I had to use wrapping paper that wouldn't be used for any other gift, and tags that won't be used for any others, and I had to copy my father's handwriting as that's Santa to me. I thought of asking him to do it, but I didn't want Widget to run up and peek. Because that it is the other half of how I learned there was no Santa.
Part 1: Mandy told me, out on the playground. It was one of those huddles of kids and everyone was discussing how Santa wasn't real, and I kept thinking, "Oh you non-believers. Santa is real" and didn't pay them any attention until Mandy mentioned that yeah, Santa? Totally not real. I almost cried right there. It was almost as confusing as when she tried to get me to believe that her name wasn't Mandy. That Mandy was short for Amanda. My world shattered right then, it did. I swear.
Part 2: While possibly snooping, possibly just exploring the room off from my grandfather's, I found a pile of presents. Small, but I was curious, and I peeked. "To: Marian From: SANTA" It was the beginning of December. Santa. Wasn't. Really. Real. Just... like Mandy who wasn't Mandy really said.
Anyway, I only managed to wrap his presents. Oh, and Kathleen's, but gift bags tend to be a smidge easier. So my goal today is to wrap the rest of the work people's stuff and then probably the rest of the people in the house. Then Jackie's and her kidlets, and then Ari's.
Crap, need to dash off my last few Christmas cards so Dad can sign since two are on his side of the family.
So sad. I've gotten exactly one holiday card this season. Extra love to
zallia for making my mailbox a little less boring. Glitter!
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