Saturday, August 9, 2008

It's the thought that counts

I have never been a particularly adept gift-wrapper, but this beauty for my son's third birthday was such an atrocious job that I snapped a photo of it. Note the masking tape. Was I drunk? Stoned? No, dear reader, that is simply the lousy wrapping job that I did while perfectly alert and sober.

He tore the paper off without a second glance.

1 comment:

Jack Silbert said...

Hmmm, I think they better keep that anthrax case open! And that Unabomber may want to appeal too.