Vol. 765 Number 567
It’s the middle of June and all through the house, I’m wrapping presents because it’s time for the yearly family reunion at the Outer Banks. Those who have resisted in the past are now coming out with it -- I’m nuts. And you’re saying, well, agreed, it’s not Christmas, the time of your yearly insanity, which can be rationalized. But this? Have you lost it completely? Sigh – yes. But everyone in the family deserves at least one present plus flip flops for everyone and hats and beach bags and tops and shirts, not to mention all the kids’ goodies, I mean, I don’t want to be a present slacker.