After this Christmas, I have but one request for Santa for next year and every year thereafter.  PLEASE. NO MORE TWIST TIES. 

Y'all.

Y'ALL.

Seriously--these things are the bane of my existence. I spent a solid TWO HOURS undoing these instruments of torture from the eighty gagillion toys my child received this year.

On the real: I see these things and want to break down and sob. (Meg Summers/TSM)
On the real: I see these things and want to break down and sob. (Meg Summers/TSM)
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AND THAT'S AN EASY ONE--it's like, one side of a box that only had EIGHT twist ties. Eight is considered a small number in the never-ending hell that is removing these things. Factor in a small, shreiking child and you start to get it.

NEVER AGAIN.

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