Well, I’m behind the eight ball again this year. I’ll be out there tonight hunting for the few gifts I buy. Christmas just sneaks up on me. You’d think now that I’m no spring chicken I’d have learned a thing or two but I guess not as I’m back in the same situation as last year and all the years before that. Time is running out and so is all the good stuff to buy!
I don’t have much to shop for. Just a little surprise for hubby from the pups, something small as he already got the big present, his mancave/garage. And, of course I need to get something for Shane. I’ve been asking him for a month what he would like but he doesn’t seem to know and now its crunch time. If he doesn’t know I’m sure I don’t. Kids today, No matter what the age, they want specific things so buying what you think they might like usually means a return on Boxing Day so I just ask and get what he wants.
I don’t do returns; one trip to the store is enough. I get in and get out like a man, quick and dirty. I’m not one of those fondlers who touch everything, or know from wall to wall what’s in the store. Not me. I have tunnel vision, don’t deviate from the plan and get out. I think I’m one chromosome away from being a man in the shopping department and it might explain why my wardrobe is lack luster. I’ve often thought, the few times a year I’m forced to go into clothing stores “how can women do this all the time?” Just having to take your clothes off in those cold change rooms is like a pin in the eye!
So after today my Christmas plans will be complete. I’ll take out the frozen organic chicken from the deep freeze that looks like it’s been on steroids. It’s huge!!! This weekend I’ll make butter tarts for hubby and shortbread for me and after a bit of grocery shopping on Monday, I’ll settle in for the holidays and do some hooking, a whole lot of eating and maybe play a bit of Mahjong.
I need to finish off my Christmas stocking. I got distracted by work and birthdays these past two weeks so it might not be ready for Santa to fill. But, who needs a lump of coal anyway?
I don’t have much to shop for. Just a little surprise for hubby from the pups, something small as he already got the big present, his mancave/garage. And, of course I need to get something for Shane. I’ve been asking him for a month what he would like but he doesn’t seem to know and now its crunch time. If he doesn’t know I’m sure I don’t. Kids today, No matter what the age, they want specific things so buying what you think they might like usually means a return on Boxing Day so I just ask and get what he wants.
I don’t do returns; one trip to the store is enough. I get in and get out like a man, quick and dirty. I’m not one of those fondlers who touch everything, or know from wall to wall what’s in the store. Not me. I have tunnel vision, don’t deviate from the plan and get out. I think I’m one chromosome away from being a man in the shopping department and it might explain why my wardrobe is lack luster. I’ve often thought, the few times a year I’m forced to go into clothing stores “how can women do this all the time?” Just having to take your clothes off in those cold change rooms is like a pin in the eye!
So after today my Christmas plans will be complete. I’ll take out the frozen organic chicken from the deep freeze that looks like it’s been on steroids. It’s huge!!! This weekend I’ll make butter tarts for hubby and shortbread for me and after a bit of grocery shopping on Monday, I’ll settle in for the holidays and do some hooking, a whole lot of eating and maybe play a bit of Mahjong.
I need to finish off my Christmas stocking. I got distracted by work and birthdays these past two weeks so it might not be ready for Santa to fill. But, who needs a lump of coal anyway?
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