tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post7754019234346799575..comments2023-10-20T09:56:58.416-04:00Comments on one thing i did today: saturday december 26lukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-24653802112215761852016-01-15T07:47:40.587-05:002016-01-15T07:47:40.587-05:00Ever since I was about 8, my mom has used a code f...Ever since I was about 8, my mom has used a code for the presents for myself and my sister so we wouldn't try to suss out what gifts were what. For example, the gift tag would say something like "From: Barack, To: Michelle" or the like. My mom is notoriously-bad at forgetting what gifts are what, which means that every Christmas, without fail, I end up opening a present intended for my sister. I think that sensation of expectation -> total disappointment is the least favorite thing on my calendar on any given year. Opening a present not intended for you is like answer the door and expecting the pizza guy but finding Mormons there instead. (Not sure about the Mormon population of Canadia.)JDKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03870911521667924840noreply@blogger.com