My friend Rob’s birthday was yesterday, so I set out to make it special. I conspired with his girlfriend, Mary, to make sure I picked up all of his favorite movie theater candy, and the boys chipped in as well — including Albus.
I wanted to package the goodies in a practical way, so I picked up a collapsable organizer from Marshall’s.
I put a bow on the bag because everything is better with bows — even gifts for boys. (I think I’ve said that before, but you can never say it too many times.)
For example, Rob loves sloths, so I bought one for him. I used my glue gun to put the AMC gift card in his hot little sloth hand. The weird man ballerina box contains Australian sour gummies. I made the Twinkle Toes sign because Tim calls everyone Twinkle Toes, and he was one of the boys who chipped in for the gift. (Matt was the other.)
Tim, Rob, Matt, and I are all dog people, so a card mocking a cat seemed like the right choice.
Basically, we think they’re terrible names, so we call each other by them as a form of demented endearment.
Okay, that’s all for now. I’m blasting some Danzig and breaking out my book outline.