You guys, I got a present!
My friend Slightly Disorganized sent me a present! My first wedding present!
It was so utterly unexpected and such a thoughtful, surprising, lovely piece of sweetness. And all I can say is thank you thank you thank you, SD! So kindlovelyfabulous! Thank you!
It arrived at the office. I opened the box. And there was a gift covered in lovely, pineapple-print paper, and a green ribbon, and a pineapple decoration on top.
Growing up in places like Bangladesh, we re-used gift wrap. And so, to this day, I infuriate people with my gift opening. I carefully peel off the tape, trying not to tear the paper. I do this with the tape on enough sides to be able to slide the contents of the package out.
Sometimes I even take off all the tape. That carefully. Even though I know that I am not re-using the paper, I cannot break myself of this habit. I then very deliberately uncrease the paper and take out the present.
Some of this is residual childhood behavior. And some is like saving dessert for last. Prolonging the pleasure.
I have had people snatch presents out of my hand and tear the paper for me. Because they just cannot bear the process.
And so I got this beautifully wrapped package. And was unwrapping the ribbon when I thought, "Crap! Do I need to wait for Nick to open this?"
So I took it next door into Jenny's cube and asked her.
"Don't be ridiculous! Presents are for the bride. Open it open it open it!"
I emailed Nick. But he's in all-day meetings. No word back.
I agonized. I really did. And then decided on a compromise. Having years of absurdly careful present-opening practice, I'd do the following: I'd open it, revel in it, and then re-wrap it. So that Nick could share the pleasure of our first gift.
And then I discovered that those gift-wrappers, they mean business. I've never faced such a firmly wrapped, strategically taped present. The damn paper was taped on both sides. I was really working at it, when I got an email back from Nick.
Saying "Of course you can open it! She's your friend!"
And it's a cheese spike! Yum! Cheese! More cheese! Because you can't really have too much cheese.
Or can you?