Coffee Table Declarations
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
I have a habit of leaving things until the last minute. Saturday afternoon I needed to get a gift for a wedding I was going to that evening. I had less than two hours to get the gift, get it wrapped, and get home in time to get ready. Thankfully my mom volunteered to go with me to help pick out and wrap the gift.
I am no good at gift wrapping. Usually this is not a problem but for such a formal occasion, I wanted the gift to look nice. I've turned my inaptitude for gift wrapping into an art, much like my lack of cake decorating ability. If you are my friend and it is your birthday and I have the time and energy, you might be lucky enough to recieve a homemade cake from me. It will be unlike any cake you've ever seen because of my decorating secrets (food coloring and anything-goes frosting/candles/candy/odds & ends on top).
Anyway, because I was in such a rush, I insisted to my mother that we should bring the wrapping paper with us and wrap the gift in the car. What we didn't anticipate was the huge size of the gift box. My mother pointed out there was no way we would have room in the car, so we proceeded to wrap the gift on top of a random carton in the loading dock of Sears. The sight must have been quite comical. I was trying to juggle paper, scissors, tape, while urging my mom to hurry, she was working her magic, and customers were walking in and out while looking at us curiously.
Amazingly under the circumstances, the wrapping job was still better than if I had done it myself. We took it out to the car where we had left the ribbon and bow. With the bag flattened underneath the box, we began part two of the wrapping process on the trunk of my car. While my mom was measuring ribbon and the two of us were by this point, laughing hysterically, a man pulled into the spot next to us with his two young children. As they were getting out, I had just suggested to my mom that we hang a sign on the car reading "gift wrapping $10". We were laughing and wrapping and all of a sudden we heard the man say urgently to his children "come on boys, let's go" as he rushed them past us, looking at us sideways and not even cracking a smile. This made us laugh even harder. Obviously the guy thought we were crazy when we are in actuality, not crazy at all.
Perhaps this would be a good basis for a reality show. Something about gift wrapping in public places and seeing who can convince passersby of their craziness the soonest. My other brilliant idea is to open up a cake shop where people can order one of my unique cakes. The name of it will be Katie's Crazy Cakes and they will become extremely popular because no two are alike. I'll be able to charge a lot of money and will then become rich and famous and they'll give me my own cooking/talk show called Katie's Crazy Cake Chat where my guests and I will have a blast decorating cakes in front of a studio audience. I'm sure it will be a huge hit.
I am no good at gift wrapping. Usually this is not a problem but for such a formal occasion, I wanted the gift to look nice. I've turned my inaptitude for gift wrapping into an art, much like my lack of cake decorating ability. If you are my friend and it is your birthday and I have the time and energy, you might be lucky enough to recieve a homemade cake from me. It will be unlike any cake you've ever seen because of my decorating secrets (food coloring and anything-goes frosting/candles/candy/odds & ends on top).
Anyway, because I was in such a rush, I insisted to my mother that we should bring the wrapping paper with us and wrap the gift in the car. What we didn't anticipate was the huge size of the gift box. My mother pointed out there was no way we would have room in the car, so we proceeded to wrap the gift on top of a random carton in the loading dock of Sears. The sight must have been quite comical. I was trying to juggle paper, scissors, tape, while urging my mom to hurry, she was working her magic, and customers were walking in and out while looking at us curiously.
Amazingly under the circumstances, the wrapping job was still better than if I had done it myself. We took it out to the car where we had left the ribbon and bow. With the bag flattened underneath the box, we began part two of the wrapping process on the trunk of my car. While my mom was measuring ribbon and the two of us were by this point, laughing hysterically, a man pulled into the spot next to us with his two young children. As they were getting out, I had just suggested to my mom that we hang a sign on the car reading "gift wrapping $10". We were laughing and wrapping and all of a sudden we heard the man say urgently to his children "come on boys, let's go" as he rushed them past us, looking at us sideways and not even cracking a smile. This made us laugh even harder. Obviously the guy thought we were crazy when we are in actuality, not crazy at all.
Perhaps this would be a good basis for a reality show. Something about gift wrapping in public places and seeing who can convince passersby of their craziness the soonest. My other brilliant idea is to open up a cake shop where people can order one of my unique cakes. The name of it will be Katie's Crazy Cakes and they will become extremely popular because no two are alike. I'll be able to charge a lot of money and will then become rich and famous and they'll give me my own cooking/talk show called Katie's Crazy Cake Chat where my guests and I will have a blast decorating cakes in front of a studio audience. I'm sure it will be a huge hit.
