I'm going to see my friend Cora today. Last Sunday, I got a stuffed animal monkey for her as a birthday present, because I don't think she liked the present I gave her--a nice picture I drew.
Well, the monkey has been hanging from my lamp for the past week. I see it all the time now,and now it's "Mr. Monkey", not the monkey stuffed animal...and I kinda don't want to give it to Cora as a present anymore because I'll miss him.
The moral of the story? Michael isn't good at giving people presents.