I am rather certain the people who twist the twist ties on the children’s toy boxes are bitter, bitter people.  I’m certain that they come home and they don’t kick their dog, mostly because they might have eaten the dog, but they sure are snippy with their kids.  They’re also a few twist ties away from starting a stick version of World War III.  I know they’re paid in rice and hookworms, but these people can’t be OK.

I told Jessica that next year we’re making all of our presents for everyone so that we can avoid any twist tie inflictions for others.  Amazingly we got a very limited number of blister packed (AKA: Satan’s packaging) toys to open for the kids.  I hope that you’re Christmas was blessed with no twist ties and no blister packs.