I’m home today on vacation while Stephanie’s at work, so I’m wrapping her presents for Christmas. Of all the holiday events, I’m not a fan of this one. I’m not very good at wrapping, and I get frustrated easily. I have everything in gift boxes, finally, and I just need to wrap each of them. We seem to have a million gift boxes, but never one quite the right size for that oddly shaped gift. And I suppose it would be cheating to only buy stuff that fits neatly into a box, right? I gave up and put a few things like that in bags instead. That always feels like cheating, though. It’s a lot more fun to tear through paper on Christmas morning and leave a big pile of it for the dog to roll around in.