Figuring out what to do about the holidays has become a recurring project over the last few years.
My mom read about a Victorian-era Christmas-morning tradition which my parents have since modified somewhat to make more interesting.
My sister was my first target, and she was the easiest to convince.
I’m broke, so giving physical gifts simply isn’t in the cards. But I can give the gift of a YouTube playlist.
Though I don’t have a serious partner right now, I would much rather talk about my adventures in casual dating than my paperwork-heavy job.
Remember how I told you I wanted to share my Christmas celebration with my family?
The year I bought my boyfriend a 2008 Championship ball signed by the entire KU basketball team — and signed up with Amazon Mechanical Turk to pay for it.
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I don’t know how anybody in my generation celebrates the season without a mountain of credit card debt, or at least considerable buyer’s remorse.
Seven years later and my dad’s present still makes me laugh.