Six
Sweet mercy, Eva’s six tomorrow. Years that is, not months. I know, crazy isn’t it?
I must therefore dedicate the rest of this evening to night-before father stuff, like present wrapping. Kirsty has sneaked away for the week, possibly for the sole purpose of avoiding this most dreaded of tasks, so I’m on my own. I have scissors. I have sellotape. I have pink paper with hearts all over it.
I have only limited patience for this sort of thing, and an endless propensity for stabbing myself when I’m in a hurry.
There will be blood…
All worth it for my girl. Up to, but not including, the loss of fingers.
Happy birthday sweetheart.
August 26th, 2009 at 8:19 pm
Don’t know about you but I’m serially crap at wrapping presents. Whenever I attempt it the result is invariably a paper maelstrom of jagged, uneven lines, whiskers and asymmetrical jutting corners.
I think the wife’ll have to end up wrapping our unborn childrens’ presents. Unless she wants them to undergo 3 months of therapy after every birthday / Christmas etc.
August 26th, 2009 at 10:09 pm
I got away with it. Years of working the Borders register at Xmas, wrapping on demand, saw me though…
But it wasn’t pretty…
August 27th, 2009 at 7:06 pm
You are so good at wrapping presents though. Even if I was there, you are the best man for the job.
August 27th, 2009 at 7:20 pm
Thank you, strange anonymous person who I suspect might be my fiancee.
August 30th, 2009 at 11:33 am
Your powers of detection are astounding. Didn’t notice that I had to put my name in – I’m getting blonder by the day…