he said. she said. a married couple's blog.

Tomorrow is Christmas for us and our parents. We're going to be out of town on Christmas; we'll be spending it in Williamsburg. Our last Christmas all to ourselves. We've been (or at least I have been) in a slight panic this week, trying to make sure that we have gifts for everyone. Tonight, I went out to get the last item, and picked up some pretty wrapping paper and tape. Then I came home and attempted to wrap them.

I don't know what happened to me. I used to be pretty good at the whole thing, but tonight I turned into my father. I couldn't cut the paper straight. Nothing seemed to fit around the boxes even though I had just measured them. It was so frustrating. I'm blaming it on the paper -- the pattern is on the diagonal so it makes it hard to cut. Yeah, that's it.

Maybe I didn't get my mother's wrapping genes afterall. She's so good. She could wrap a basketball and it would look perfect. My dad just gets impatient, and cuts paper crooked and too small. The corners never work quite right. I was this close to cutting a piece for each side and taping it on.

And I only wrapped the regularly shaped things and things that fit in boxes. There are still three irregular ones that won't fit in any box we have left to wrap. I'll leave those for Brendan.