-- Big sweatshirt stolen out of man's side of the closet. Check.
-- Fuzzy pink slippers with the googly eyes.
-- Christmas mug of Godiva coffee. Check!
-- Washing machine spouting water all over the laundry room.... Err... Check?
(I do recall it being said that there's a clog in one of the hoses, but I was on an expensive-coffee-in-a-snowman-mug buzz and totally forgot. That is until I noticed something similar to the sound of a babbling brook coming from the laundry room. Oops!)
Anyway, I'm pretty proud of myself this year. I'm usually the person who waits until 7pm December 23rd to do my Christmas shopping. Running around a mall or shopping center gnashing my teeth and elbowing old ladies with the other shopping-warfare soldiers, I'd dig through the leftovers, spend too much money on ridiculous things, then hastily wrap the spoils of war in the bedroom while everyone else drank eggnog and mingled happily elsewhere.
But not this year!
This year I started early (yesterday) and I've somehow managed to fill out a stack of Christmas cards and get a few gifts ready to ship to my parents and Grandmother in Jersey. We've even got the tree up! It's a Frazer Fur that I'm pretty sure won't cause me to have terrible allergic reactions. And if it does? We'll just get a Niles Pine next year.
Ha! Get it? A Frasier Fur and a Niles Pine?? *nudgewink*