I was wrapping presents last night. I hate wrapping presents. I talked about this last year, but it bears repeating. I hate wrapping presents because I am terrible at it. Terrible, terrible, terrible.
No, really, I mean it. I can’t cut straight to save my life even when I buy the paper with the handy guidelines on the back. My cut lines still wander all over the paper. And I always manage to get the tape stuck to itself, or stuck on the paper somewhere where I do not want or need tape. Really, I’m pathetic. My inner Martha is not pleased.
Of course it probably doesn’t help that I am sick to death of all my wrapping paper. I swear I have had this paper since the dawn of time. I must learn not to buy such big rolls. I am trying very very hard to use it up this year. I am not carefully sizing the paper to the gift. I am just hacking the paper off the roll and then cutting it down to size instead of carefully measuring how much paper I need first. But, I am afraid my efforts are fruitless. I am afraid that the paper regenerates in the night.
I will never be able to get rid of it.