Duly terrified of a life where everyone she knows works at Microsoft, Lilly's been taking classes. Among these is a glass-blowing class, so my Christmas present was, I suppose, inevitable.
I chuckled when she handed it to me. "You don't seem thrilled..." she said glumly.
"No, no. It's not that. I just reminds me of every art class I ever took, where—no matter what I was trying to make—my every effort eventually became a paperweight that I gave to a relative."
Now she laughed. "That was supposed to be a vase!"