I was supposed to go to Target tonight with Trevor to do some Christmas shopping, but my contractions started picking up. I had to call the doctor and ended up having to take more Brethine and chill out for the evening. So, my dear husband got sent to pick a few gifts and necessities. I told him to get wrapping paper, gift tags and a bag of bows. This is what he brought home. I swear, this is actually what he bought.
Spiderman wrapping paper. Batman wrapping paper. Blue and silver bows. Some awful cartoon looking gift tags. He justified his purchase by saying that the wrapping paper had red and green in it. I am surprised I haven’t broken out into hives from the mismatching tackiness spread out before me. I am someone that loves pretty paisley wrapping paper with matching hand-made bows and gift tags made from recycled paper. I did gift wrapping for two Christmases, so I get kind of into it. I guess I have to laugh because it’s so ridiculously “male” of Trevor to do this, but it still makes me very uncomfortable to actually have to wrap my Christmas gifts in this mess. Oh well.
At least everyone will know who was behind this situation.
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