Have I mentioned lately how much I love The Black Sheep, my writing group formerly known as The Chicken Fingers? Not only do I love them for being obnoxiously smart, super supportive, and just generally all-around beautiful people, but because they make Christmas so damn fabulous.
I can guarantee you that when the Tibbles open these gifts on Christmas day and I point to the inscriptions and tell them how I know those authors that I will cry. Hell, I’m crying already just typing about it. Giving books, which I love more than anything, by people I adore to the kids I love makes me a little weepy.