Monday, January 5, 2009
Not to toot my own horn, but I am really awesome at giving presents. True story: I once made my friend Ellaree cry when I gave her a rock tumbler that she had wanted since childhood. Mention casually to me that you lost your Garfield ice cream maker when you were five and don't be surprised when it shows up at your 40th birthday party. That is just how I roll.
For Christmas this year, I replaced a long-lost LBJ figurine that my Dad—an avid, bordering on obsessed, fan of presidential memorabilia—had lent me in 2003. And then I couldn't help but go for the gold.
To be fair, I have also given some shitty presents over the years (just ask Jeff about his twelve styrofoam mannequin heads). Just to de-toot the horn a bit.