Christmas - a time for FREAKING OUT
Today the gods have decided to test my faith. They are placing bets to see
how many Christmas card envelopes I can lick before I run out of saliva or die of glue intoxication.
I've done a couple hundred. I feel slightly ill and I think I have a papercut
on my tongue.
On the plus side, it's FRIDAY. And I have my last hockey game tonight for
three weeks. Next Friday is Christmas Eve, and the Friday after that is New
Year's. Go figure. So it had better be good.
I've also figured out my dad. I rejected getting him clothes this year. So
I'm getting him a cap from this neat fishing shop on Richmond called Orvis.
Really nice stuff in there, but super expensive. I saw this sweater I liked
but it was $200. The cap is significantly cheaper. They also have some nice
gentleman's hats there, but they're also in the $200 range. But it's a NICE
store. You should all go there if you want to get stuff for your dads. I
think I'll also get him some fancy pickles from Bloblaws. He likes those.
Cait emailed me
yesterday with the option of her purchasing her Christmas present and then
just sending me the bill. I nixed that. She has to tell me where it is and
then I'll go get it for her. ;) *sigh* It lacks a certain amount of
originality, but she's hard to shop for. When you've known someone for TEN
YEARS, you have to put some serious thought into a Christmas present.
This weekend should be busy as all hell. In addition to all the household
chores I have to accomplish, Andy and I will also be putting up the Christmas
tree (I think I have to cut some trunk off the bottom, too, boo), and perhaps
Cait and I will give ourselves a dye job -- who knows? But I will basically
be booked solidly busy until, say, Wednesday.
Why is life so busy? I have all this garbage to do, and I have to start
working on my grad school applications, which I can't do, because Mr. Chris
"the Stressinator" Bell has monopolized the computer for the past three days.
And he refuses to shovel! And then there's Christmas, and I have to make time
to see all the people who are coming in from out of town, at the same time
entertaining Andrew, because none of his friends are coming into town and
there's just me and Chris to hang out with . . .
Basically, I could give you a big list of all the things that are pressing to
my existence. But I won't. This post is random and nonsensical enough. Out.
Posted by Ally at December 17, 2004 12:04 PM