I don't think wrapping paper likes me. I think it seems my incompetent fingers coming towards it and laughs. I've seen it preform beautifully under other people's creative touch but it decomposes under my folding and taping.
Wrapping paper and I get into full on battles with weeping and gnashing of teeth...mine. Though I'm armed with scissors, I'm the one that comes out with paper cuts and tangled in tape.
Score - Paper: 10 Me: 0
Think I'm exaggerating? Ask Matt who witnessed my wrapping battle and just sat there chuckling at my pathetic attempts to cover the evidence of the gift itself.
Right now I've got a floor littered with dozens of scraps of wrapping paper big enough to wrap a small fridge because I can't correctly measure what I need for a small matchbox car.
I went through 2 rolls of tape on a grand total of four presents. I'm the person the wrapping paper industry loves because I use up way more supplies on a handful of gifts than any full family group in North America needs for several years of Christmases.
I guess everyone has their "Bah Humbug" moment and wrapping is mine. I just don't see the point of neatly tucked corners and perfect ribbon curls which will die a quick death in a matter of seconds and be buried in the bottom of a dumpster hours later.
But it wouldn't be Christmas without the living room floor buried under a tidal wave of paper remnants and wading through it to find buried gifts.
So I'll head to the store to fight for the few remaining rolls of tape and continue my wrapping paper warfare to leave my not so pretty packages under the tree to be ripped and torn by excited boys on Christmas morning.