I think that is the name of a horror movie ..
Oh my gosh, it is seven days until Christmas. With TJ’s troubles (not me .. the back troubles) we have been unable to get out and do any Christmas shopping. She won’t let me do it alone because she knows everyone will end up with, you guessed it, SOCKS.
Today, she was (aggravated enough) feeling well enough to get out of the house (before she killed someone) to do a little Christmas shopping. So, off we went. We took the Chella with us (because everyone deserves a break.) She was surprised that we would take her with us until I explained that we weren’t buying her anything for Christmas this year (budget cuts and all .. the ‘Christmas for an 18 yr old’ program was cut.) She didn’t buy that and while they were shopping at JC Penney, TJ bought her some, you know it, SOCKS.
TJ felt much better just getting out of the house. I even sprang for some lunch. We managed to buy for most of the grandkids, Audrey & Adam, Chasity & Chris, some for Kyle, and even managed to sneak in a gift for Chella while she was fussing about Caleb texting her non-stop. I told TJ not to buy anything for me. I already bought her a couple Christmas presents for us. We counted the new laptop as a Christmas gift for us. I gave it to her when I got home with it. She says that I completely miss the whole Christmas thing. I just figure; if I bought it for you, why make you wait a month or so to give it to you? Besides, the whole ‘what did you get me ‘ Christmas mentality sucks, in my opinion.
Still, it is seven days until Christmas day. The weatherman keeps threatening a white Christmas. The shopping is slowly getting done.
Does it court as lying if you are lying to yourself? Or is it just ‘the best laid plans .. blah blah blah ..? Every year we tell ourselves we are going to start earlier to do the Christmas shopping, and every year we wait, for some reason or another. AND every year it still gets done.
I’ll say it now, I’ll say it later, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year