Christmas is just one click away

Winter Holiday Gift Spree shopping almost done. Shipping gets to happen tomorrow morning, I suppose. I have no clue whether things will actually arrive on time. At this point I no longer care. Money just keeps funneling away. Hear that sound like a flushing toilet? I just want to disconnect from the suction. Whatever it takes, I'll sign anything, just disconnect that thing. Ah, joys of the season to you too! Are those bells I hear? Oh, close enough, it's another ka-ching.

I suppose it would be different if I were going to see any of the people I'm buying all this schtuff for. It feels weird to know I won't. I'm just swiping my card or clicking "Complete Your Order", over and over for two days straight, and on Christmas Day I'll get a phone call saying how much Errol would have loved that shirt if only it fit, how much Dad appreciated the gizmo even though it broke in shipment, and how lovely the candles were until Rosemary's sinuses went crazy and we had to fob them off on Mrs. Brown.

Or not, if nothing showed up. That's more likely.

The mall this morning was a disaster zone. At least most of the patrons were out orbiting in the parking lot, thus making the inside nearly bearable. It might have been even better if I didn't have nerve tumors in my feet.

The shopping is just about the only thing I accomplished this weekend. Well, of MY goals, that is. I also delivered a set of spare car keys to San Carlos, went to a holiday party with an incredible number of perfectly-coiffed perfectly-made-up perfectly-dressed size twos, and dropped Rob off at the airport this morning. And I think I ate something. At least at the party. Handy, that.

Tomorrow I get a vacation from the season. I get to go to work!