I consider myself very good at giving gifts.

No, no, I don’t think you’re picturing it quite right. I am a Leslie Knope level gift giver. I thought I was the best.

Until a couple of months ago.

Something awoke in Monty. He became the friggin’ Chosen One of gift giving. After absolutely killing it at Christmas, he surprised me for my birthday last Friday with a Playstation VR.

A Playstation VR. I cannot take it off my head. Even when Resident Evil’s combination of three-axis (three!) camera motion and brownish-green hues make me sick.