Wrap Artist

My wife is organizing Christmas presents right now. It’s kind of disturbing. Two days after the annual Devouring of the Turkey and the presents are being prepped for dispersal. The really scary thing is that we didn’t even participate in the post-Thanksgiving shopping scrum. This is all stuff that she’s been acquiring for months, hiding it away in nooks and crannies, out of the public view.

We did do a quick run for groceries and minor stocking-stuffery earlier tonight. I spent most of it waiting in the car, reading a book. She’s much better at maintaining sanity while dealing with large crowds fighting for sale prices. We’d been thinking of heading out to see a movie, but I’m still having intermittent coughing fits, and rather than annoy the rest of the audience, we’re just going to watch something at home.