The plan was that this evening would see a new PopCult Toybox post. However, your PopCulteer had to wrap presents for his lovely wife, and…it got ugly. To be frank, my wrapping abilities are non-existant. On a good day, packages I wrap look like the work of an exuberant four-year-old.
They say that it’s the thought that counts. In this case, the thought is “how hilarious that Rudy thought he could wrap presents.” Making matters worse is that it takes me a really, really long time to wrap such lumpy, asymetrical, shoddy-looking packages.
Usually I let my wonderful wife, Melanie, do all the wrapping, but having her wrap her own gifts is a heel move that I could not abide. So ironically, the person who does the best job wrapping gifts, gets all the really crappily-wrapped presents.
Luckily, the packages all have cool stuff inside.
But that’s why you’re getting this post instead of a shiny new pile of information. It’s because I suck at wrapping.