I guess I lack manual dexterity. There is one thing I've become truly thankful for year-round, be it a birthday, Christmas, housewarming, whatever.

Gift bags.

I'll be honest with you. I loathe, despise and detest wrapping presents. I am one of the unfortunate "wrapping challenged." Everytime I do wrap one, it looks like a blind, one-handed oragutan mummified said package in Scotch tape. And that's if it's a rectangular box.

God forbid I have to wrap a He-Man Action figure in a bubble pack.

I'm probably the only human on the planet that can't curl ribbon.

No one ooooooooo's and ahhhhhhh's over a package I've attempted to wrap. Nobody unwraps one of my presents delicately to preserve the $1 for 500 yards of wrapping paper I bought at Wal-Mart. Well, sometimes they do unwrap it carefully so they can read last Sunday's Dilbert.

I supposed I've Peter Principled-out at gift wrapping.

Praise the Lord of Hallmark for gift bags. They have become my salvation.

Later. I'm off to staple another one shut.