Reading Time: 7 minutesBaby watermelon under the tree. Oh, and it’s very likely that the one behind the blue one is the Pop Tarts. Or maybe the mac and cheese? Photo: Amy M Weir
Either the worst or best Christmas gift I have ever received was a can of leftover almonds. My husband’s grandparents ate a lot of mixed nuts, but neither of them liked almonds, and, having grown up during the Great Depression, they weren’t about to throw the almonds out. So, over the course of at least a year, they saved all their uneaten almonds in a spare can. When the can was full, they wrapped them up and gave them to us for Christmas that year.
Amy Weir
Amy M. Weir is a public youth services librarian in SW Pennsylvania, and there’s nothing she geeks out about more. Outside of work she obsesses over music (especially rock especially psychedelic pop especially The Beatles), sews clothes, gardens when the weather’s nice, avoids housework, and generally is the poster-child for Enneatype 9, which she attempts to counteract with yoga when she remembers. Her entire family has ADHD. This includes an RPG-and-firearms-geek husband who asked her out by playing a Paladin-in-Shining-Armor devoted to serving her character in D&D; a vehicles-and-video-game-geek 12yo named after a hobbit; a My Little Pony-and-art-geek 10yo named after a SFF writer; and an Imaginary Husband named Martin Freeman, who isn’t actually aware of this relationship.
