Oh. My.
Let's just say I don't feel so bad about my wrapping skills anymore. Let's say that I totally feel like a professional wrapper. That's right. My husband is straight up the worst wrapper in the entire world. Think bad like, sorry ass, holy shit, did you wrap that or was it just run over by a car? Think, are you kidding me that he used up an entire roll of paper on 5 small packages? Think paper and tape falling all over me in discombobulated shapes and sizes. Sizes that you know someone couldn't have been thinking, "Surely this paper will fit this box." Because no it won't. And he hands them to me, "I kinda messed up when I was wrapping." My answer, "The WINNER!" For understatement of the year.
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