I am the worst present-wrapper in the world. Ever.
My squares, at best, look like rectangles and at worst like dodecahedrons. (I counted today…definitely 12 sides for that picture frame). My circles look like stacks of saltines, beaten for soup.
Yeah, I think you get the idea.
But I was humming. Humming! Me, the anti-gift person, humming while I did my anti-wrapping.
Joy like this just couldn’t be contained. “Guess what I’m doing!” I called Sherry. She answered the phone, and I’m pretty sure I squeaked in excitement. “I’m wrapping your present! Na-na-na-na!” Her shock that I had gone shopping was almost tangible through the phone.
Lyrical Fool 