Well, it only took me an hour to wrap one half of my giftee's prezzie. It took a couple of false starts before I got things done the way I wanted. I'm very proud of it. The other half is cake. This baby will get in the mail tomorrow!
Zoe ,'Serenity'
Goodbye and Good Riddance 2004: Well, I Wasn't Expecting That.
Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Christmukkah, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering. Oh, and 2004? Don't think we've forgotten about you.
You are mailing cake and a baby? Cool. Don't forget the airholes.
Hey, it's my baby and I'll crow if I want to.
t Desperately starts carving holes in the box.
That's a dumb idea. The baby will eat the cake.
Nuh-uh, I put the cake in it's own box.
Babies are pretty resourceful, especially when it comes to cake.
The baby better be Houdini. That's all I can say.
I got my present from my seekrit santa! I have to say that he or she is SOOOO clever. The return address says the package is from Yor C. Kritsanta. Next year, I'll copy this idea shamelessly.
I'm not going to open the package yet. Instead, I'll savor the deliciousness of having a package and not knowing what's in it. Then, I'll open it with glee on Christmas morning (perhaps very early Christmas morning, after service). It will be my special gift of the day. Yummy!
In a way, it reminds me of the best of Whedon, Minear, et al. The feeling of anticipation reminds me of the feeling I get waiting to see what character that I love will die. Except, no sadness mixed in with the joy at the end.
Nuh-uh, I put the cake in it's own box.
Like babies don't eat boxes, Sail? C'mon. Where do you think they get their fiber?
But the baby has to eat its way out of its own box and through another box! I-I-I'll put handcuffs on the baby. That's what I'll do. Then the cake will be safe from baby depridation. And babies don't need that much fiber, yet. They need protein.