Tardy Holiday

My roommate and I swapped belated Christmas gifts this evening. As a mark of our rapidly progressing maturity, all of the presents exchanged reeked of practicality.

For instance, Matthew bequeathed to me a leather desk chair with built-in lumbar support and curved armrests designed to ease shoulder strain.

In return, I bestowed upon him the film Inglourious Basterds, ten bags of Orville Redenbacher's Gourmet Popping Corn and a blue Snuggie that makes him look like a six-foot-five-inch tall Smurf in a Princess Leia wig.