I don’t give gifts because I expect thanks. I do it because I genuinely enjoy picking things out for the people that I care about as an expression of how much I do in fact care about them.

I have a complicated relationship with Godson baby (I can’t call him that any more – he’s almost two!) Z’s parents. This is through no fault of any of us; it’s just a really weird situation that I don’t have time to get into tonight because I really should be working and instead am blogging anyway. But as we are actually bearing down on the one year anniversary of when things changed, you will be getting that story at some point in the near future.

But anyway, I mailed baby Godson Z’s Christmas present and birthday card (with a check for his college fund) last week and tracked the package because I trust the USPS about as far as I can throw which is to say, VERY LITTLE (I have my reasons and you will get them in another post. Interestingly enough, it all comes full circle to baby Godson Z. Now, because of the tracking, I know the package got there on Friday. But have I heard anything? Nope.

And I know Z’s parents are probably very busy what with having an almost 2 year old and the holidays and all and that it’s nothing personal, but would it have killed them to take 5 minutes and shoot me an email to let me know it got there? I think no. Especially because the Divine Miss E and Baby’s mom (who is awesome and has become a good friend of mine) emailed me the second my package for them arrived. And she has a 5 year old and a 1 1/2 year old and works. So I think it’s doable. And the lack of response kind of hurts my feelings.