I love presents.
Really, who wouldn’t love to get a present?
An unexpected little something from someone you love.
A way to know that you were in the thoughts of someone else.
Presents. Lovely presents. Feel good mementos and doodads.
That’s how I thought of presents all of my life.
Then I got a cat.
And then that cat put a “present” in my shoe.
Dead mole. In. My. Shoe. When I was still bleary eyed this morning.
What’s the return policy on a present like that? (Probably not good enough said the mole’s family.)