To anyone getting a Christmas gift from me, I apologize

I’m the worst gift-wrapper in the world, and I brook no arguments.

However, being a guy with fumble fingers and inability to operate tape, scissors and paper to create some sort of coherent result is usually something I have a laugh at.

Until I don’t.

I try really, really hard not to be governed by my ego. But needing to have someone finish wrapping what should have been an easy gift ticked me off almost as much as making a hash of it in the first place.

My networking group had a Yankee Swap for its final meeting of the year, so everyone had to bring a wrapped gift that cost under $20.

I found a box of Keurig cups, which was perfect not just because of the cost, but because it should probably be useful for whoever wound up with it …

… and it was a cube. Nothing but straight edges and flat lines.

And yet, I still managed to foul it up.

The edges were off. The tape was in all the wrong spots. The paper wasn’t folding right. It was a mess.

From the other room, Suzi heard my frustration — I’m guessing she figured my language did not match a smooth-running operation — and asked if I wanted her to help.

I try really, really hard not to be governed by my ego. But needing to have someone finish wrapping what should have been an easy gift ticked me off almost as much as making a hash of it in the first place.

This was the first gift I tried to wrap this season.

This is not a good sign.