For love and money

 There's something you need to know about me.

I enjoy making things.  I love thinking about something, the rush of excitement while I'm doing it, and surveying my finished product.  Still, I'll be the first to admit that my creativity has limits.

I can't draw to save my life. My food will never be in a magazine.  And I am the world's worst at gift wrapping.  

Just keepin' myself humble, folks.

Given the fact in purple above, it's rather ironic that my father asked me to wrap his gifts for my mom's birthday last week.

A lot of jokes go over my head, but irony gets me every time.  I normally would have laughed and gone to find my sister.

Except that last week, I was broke, and Dad knows the magic words:

"I'll pay you."

 I accepted the job.  It was going much smoother that expected, until one of her presents would not fit in any of our gift bags.

It was time to pull out the mod-podge.

Let me tell you, I definitely felt like he got his money's worth out of this bag.  I had to take a lunch break while I was working on it.  This is intense decoupage, folks.

Or maybe I'm just trying to make myself feel better for a job that my mother said, "should have been done out of the goodness of your heart."

I hope there's goodness in there, I really do.

But I'm keeping the money.

I've already spent some of it.