Up to this point I've spent 1 hour cruising for parking places, 2 hours walking in the mall, 3 hours sitting in traffic, 4 hours shopping online, and 5 golden hours waiting in lines to check out. Will it be possible to survive the rest?
We have almost entirely given up on eating food that we prepared. Taco Bell, Wendy's, Chili's, Burger King...I should be able to earn something for being a frequent eater. I mean, I earn miles for being a frequent flyer....so I should at least get a free piece of bacon on my whopper next time I pass through the drive-in.
We've also almost given up on family time. The holidays really aren't about family anyway...that is just in the movies. We are too busy to really see each other. Unless you count Daughter15's band concert. We saw her. Sorta. From our seat way in the back. Too bad she was sitting behind that tall flute player. Why can't they let the alto sax players sit on the front row just once?
But there is something for which to be grateful. Gift bags. All sizes and shapes. Instant gift preparation...no wrapping, no tape, scissors. Just drop it in and cover it all with a big wad of tissue paper. Every year I silently send good wishes to the person who created that life saver!
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gift bags... that is a much better idea than slicing open the stomach of a Ton-Ton and putting gifts in there... stupid Han Solo, he doesn't know anything
You can't see the trumpet players either!
I too love the gift bags, but I can never get the tissue paper to look decent. I mangle it everytime, somehow!
Traffic and gift bags - life is the same everywhere.
Gifts bags are terrific...unless you have snoopers and cats in the house. Oddly, the cats are much better behaved when it comes to not looking, though.
You need to just make your own gifts. I suggest wrestling clothespins. Two clothespins and a rubber band, you are done.
Thanks for your comments on my blog. Make sure it's only two shoes. If you throw a belt as well you are calling that person's mother a whore.
You're totally right, the holidays are about everything BUT family time. And then at Piglet's school there was forced family time, which is a REALLY bad idea.
Family time should come naturally, you know, like tornadoes.
What a funy synchronicity - I leave in an hour for my older son's band concert - and I know I won't get to see my alto sax player clearly either!
Can someone remind me exactly what is fun about Christmas?
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