I had four personalized gifts for four amazing guys in the metal community. Note: PERSONALIZED.
So the other day I run downstairs to get wrapping paper. Making sure to avoid birthday paper, new baby paper, wedding shower paper, I grab a nice blue paper with a regular pattern on it.
Run back upstairs and wrap the gifts. Each one had a handwritten note that I taped to it. Put the gifts in a box and get my shoes on to go to UPS and get them sent.
As I’m putting the box in the car I notice the wrapping paper. It’s blue and it does have a nice pattern. A nice CHANUKA pattern.
Now, the guys who are receiving the gifts are, as I said, amazing, and I know they wouldn’t care that it was Chanuka paper and probably might not even notice — since I myself didn’t notice until I put the box in the car. But still.
So I run back downstairs for different paper. Still avoiding all of the paper I mentioned above, I grab some red, white and green paper that is OBVIOUSLY Christmas paper because of the colors BUT there’s nothing on it that is Christmas-y and the only other paper I have is some kind of superhero (that I. can’t identify) so I run back upstairs to wrap.
All good. Wrap, UPS store.
So yesterday I get a thank you from the first recipient. All good.
Second recipient thanks me. All good.
EXCEPT. Remember I said they were personalized gifts? Second and third recipients got each other’s gifts.
(Classic blonde?). Nope. Just Classic Kimmi.
LUCKILY, recipient #4, who hasn’t even received his gift yet, is going to be seeing both recipients #2 and #3 in the next two weeks and will make the exchange for me, saving me a HELLOFALOT of driving.
This is what it’s like to be me. Every day. Makes for good stories.