This weekend I finally got all my Christmas shopping finished. This isn't a major achievement, though. Admittedly, my wife does all of the shopping for the nieces and nephews and a majority of the shopping for our kids. I shop for her, whoever I have in the family grab bag, and get a few things on my own for the kids. So, nothing too challenging - except finding just the right thing for my wife. She likes everything, so it's not too bad, but you still want to hit the nail right on the head.
I did discover, however, that sales people are either especially friendly or especially testy this time of year. Sure, I might do things to make matters worse, like trying to buy all my gifts with the Australian Dollar, but can you blame a guy for wanting to save seven cents on the dollar? I mean, what exactly does Target have against Australian currency? If I didn't know better, I'd say they were racist...or ethnicist...continentist? What the heck would that be called, anyway?? Isn't the AUD just as good as the USD?
Reading back over what I just wrote, I'm starting to see why salespeople hate me.
But I digress.
The shopping is done (at full cost) and now comes the wrapping. Not rapping. I don't rap. You seriously DO NOT want to hear me rap. I sound like The Beastie Boys if they were all college professors. College professors that couldn't rap. Maybe that's redundant, but I wanted to make sure I was perfectly clear.
So, yeah..the wrapping. Let me just say this: The gift bag? BEST. INVENTION. EVER.
Seriously. Even I can throw a present in a bag, stuff some tissue paper in and call it a day.
And yet I bought this whole ream of wrapping paper.
I couldn't help myself. It was on sale for five Australian Dollars.
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