[ In line with Julie being excellent at throwing parties, she is also an extremely talented gift-giver. She enjoys coming up with and distributing gifts only slightly less than she enjoys receiving them (she really enjoys receiving them). And though she is from a family of neglectful, white trash alcoholics, they have Midwestern manners ingrained deep. At Christmas, you give everyone around you a gift, that's simply how it is. If you can't afford gifts, you make them. If you can't make them, you write a card and do a favor.
In the Horizon, her options are limitless.
Come Christmas morning, a large wicker hamper appears on Sam's front porch. Inside is everything necessary for the most excellent dad barbecuing of one's life, minus only the grill and the meat. There are tools, a monogrammed brand and cutting board (every steak can now read SAM), sauces, rubs, and a single, very large bottle of the most iconic KC BBQ sauce Julie can think of.
On top of the hamper is a folded piece of paper.
Sorry to your grandma, but KC style all the way, baby. Merry Christmas. - Julie
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In the Horizon, her options are limitless.
Come Christmas morning, a large wicker hamper appears on Sam's front porch. Inside is everything necessary for the most excellent dad barbecuing of one's life, minus only the grill and the meat. There are tools, a monogrammed brand and cutting board (every steak can now read SAM), sauces, rubs, and a single, very large bottle of the most iconic KC BBQ sauce Julie can think of.
On top of the hamper is a folded piece of paper.
Sorry to your grandma, but KC style all the way, baby.
Merry Christmas.
- Julie
PS: Godfather II for NYE? ]