Christmas is coming, no matter what I do or not do, so I think I’m just going to sit back and watch it come. The music is on, the fireplace is crackling, and the lights are twinkling. Anything else is just frosting on the badly built gingerbread house.
Um, correct me if I’m wrong here…but is Christmas really a week from Friday? How’d that happen? Even though I’vebeen preparing for the holiday, somehow it snuck up on me. So much so that I have the distinct pleasure </sarcasm> of visiting the post office tomorrow to send the remaining gifts. So much so that I have no cookies baked (not that my squishy tushy needs them). And so much so that my cards are still sitting on my desk, in a neat little pile with festive stamps on top. In my defense, all my addresses are in my laptop, which is still in the shop, and I’m lost until I get it back.