I generally pride myself on being a pretty thoughtful gift-giver. I try to pay attention throughout the year when someone mentions a guilty pleasure or item they're coveting. There is little more satisfying than seeing a person completely surprised by something they can't even remember saying they wanted.

Clearly, a preface like that can only mean one thing, right? That I am an absolute, utter jackass. Let me explain.

My good friend Betsy came over for dinner on Wednesday. The last time I saw her was a few weeks ago, when we celebrated our birthdays. It's become something of a tradition to make dinner together and exchange gifts.

The thing is, other than the year I had postage stamps printed featuring a photo of her dog, I always come up short when trying to think of creative gifts for her. She already HAS a lot of the things I would naturally think to give her, so I often find myself "giving an O'Connell* Gift," as my family calls it.

[An O'Connell* Gift is when you give someone a present that you would like yourself. We call it this because as a high schooler, my friend Ryan O'Connell's brother - drawing his pre-school cousin's name in their annual gift exchange - gave her a subscription of Sports Illustrated. Yeah.]

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