Can someone please explain...
Posted 20 December 2007 - 04:02 PM
I got some packages today - which contained some really gorgeous gifts. All gift wrapped. Don't they know I like to cheat??? Plus, they've totally shown up all of the gifts that I wrapped (not my area of greatest strength).
I tease my first IF about this all the time. He gift wraps everything. Everything. When I went to LA for transfer, I forgot to pack underwear and I was all paranoid about "implantation bleeding" on the way home. So I sent him off to buy me some (he loves me). He came back to the hotel with panties in a gift bag. :rolleyes:/>
Posted 20 December 2007 - 04:44 PM
Bah. The box it arrives in is good enough for me! No waiting around for the actual holiday and such...
That's why I'm gonna marry Petter. No WalMart in Norway. ;)/>
Posted 20 December 2007 - 04:51 PM
This years gift I have wrapped in brown paper with red tape. Red silk ribbon tied around. Then I have decorated with hearts and stars. The kids have decorated some with glitter, stamps and shiny stuff. The gifts all look great!
Posted 20 December 2007 - 05:17 PM
Posted 20 December 2007 - 05:47 PM
Posted 26 December 2007 - 06:17 PM
Posted 26 December 2007 - 09:40 PM
I go commando pretty much all the time. I have really sensitive skin and the elastic in a lot of undies really bothers me. I'm much happier without it, so is my cooch, and, hey - less laundry!
Posted 28 December 2007 - 09:56 AM
I have no aesthetic sensibilities. I'm as sloppy at gift wrapping as I am at dressing. Until meeting O, I wore white tube socks with black dress pants, and I wrapped everything in comic strip newspaper (environmental reasons). I never have the patience to fold the corners neatly. You know, those gifts where the paper is just slopped over the side and held together by a long conspicuous piece of tape.
For the record, Traci: If the gift looks beautiful, it's the work of O. If it is akin to a child playing a shrill violin, well, it was me. But I suspect that you already knew that.
Funny story: My mother was wrapping Xmas presents in the kitchen when she first met O. We came in and sat with her, and O picked up a few presents and started helping her, working his gift-wrapping magic. It was love at first present. And of course, she couldn't resist comparing him to me. They built an immediate alliance over their disdain for my sloppiness.
Sometimes O calls me a lesbian in the body of a gay man. What can I do?