And I’m 6 wrapped prezzies into it. Feeling a bit shite for not having more done but I’m aware that I tend to be a bit ahead of most.
While that may sound odd, growing up so far away from civilisation and without a great deal of means, it was helpful to a) get ‘er done and b) spread out the expenses.
I have more wrapping but loathe it. I like to shop. I like to give but wrapping? No. Stoopid wrapping.
As you can see, I treasure wrapping in reused brown paper. I do like ribbons. These are courtesy my mate Marty’s –well, before the cops shot him to death on his front lawn Dead Auntie. She passed and he had me sift through whatever I wanted to take away, which is a good mate. Remember that. I will.