This is probably under the catagory of “Things I Shouldn’t Admit To”……………….. but anyway…………. I don’t like the way the stores do it……….the bags take away all the enjoyment out of ripping something to shreds, it’s never the paper I’d choose, and it forces me to stand in line with an impatient line of cackling old hens constantly bellyachin’ about someone or something. The idea of doing it myself was to signify “giving” of myself but I got tired of everyone looking at my gifts and saying, “This one must be from Ken”.
So I found me a girl………….just for the sole purpose of “learning to tie a polymar knot in the dark” come Christmas time. Yep, I took “wrappin’ lessons”………….Yo-yo!!
Anyway……….I snuck all my presents under the tree that year without any ID tags………..just the names of who they belonged to. After all the gifts were opened it was realized I was the only person not being thanked and the gifts must’ve been from me. To which, I was quickly ridiculed (complimented) by my “no-brother-good-in-law” about making the rest of them look bad with all that fancy wrapping!
It didn’t change a thing with the other guys in the family, but it raised the competition bar with my sisters! They take extra time to wrap now because the last thing they want is to be out done by a guy! It must be their equivalent to a guy losing to a girl in any sporting event.