Box Off

Our annual pre Christmas hootenanny this evening, trying to fit all the Toronto pressies into a box. Gets very testy at times. My sister always knows best, of course. (she's older than I am).

She brought a selection of shipping boxes over for the final fitting. I swear one of em was a fridge box. "Oh god! I hope we don't need that one!" says I (ballparking the cost in the back of my mind). Alas, tis the only box that fits the lot! I was stood on a chair to get this snap.

"Gift cards next year" says I. "You said that last year" says she. "Don't give me gift cards" says Fred. "What? Why not?" says I. "I'd rather the cash" says Fred.

Can't buy pot with gift cards in Canada ... yet.