I was helping Lloyd wrap a giant box for his family gift exchange. There was a time, back in my Martha Stewart-worship days, when I was a very good gift wrapper.
Well, that mojo is gone.
The box was huge, the paper was too short, and the pieces I was patching with were not the right size. Lloyd, who was tired of handing me pieces of tape, tried to comfort me by saying, “Just leave it. They’ll just think that I wrapped it.”
Ouch. Ouch ouch ouch.