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.
My only regret is that Jaycie and Max are still a little too young for Steve’s The Absolute Value of -1 and Brooklyn, Burning. Maybe next year.
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I’m going to start writing just so I can hang out with you guys. I’m so jealous of Kurtis.
@Angela S, You should! We’d love to have you.
That is very touching. These gifts will last probably long after the novelty others. Thank you for sharing the inscriptions with us.
With these gifts you have just become the coolest aunt ever.