Monday, December 17, 2007

Christmas shopping

I love buying people gifts. I like finding things that people would want/like/need and seeing their faces when they open them. Christmas is about giving, you know.

Unfortunately, not only do I like to give to others, I also love to give to myself. I tend to do the whole, one for you, and oh, maybe about three for me type deal. It's not really a great idea. Especially since 'tis the time of holy debt.

J's sister had her baby today. I went to old navy to pick up a cute little outfit for the new addition. Well, I want a cute dress as well. Shouldn't I get one too?

I can usually come up with some pretty good and/or creative gifts for coworkers, friends etc. However, my family is incredibly difficult. If they want something, they buy it themselves (ha, sounds strangely familiar). Every year I send out the same Christmas email.

Dear Mom, Dad, Ryan and Erinn,

What the heck would you like for Christmas. I'm serious. You better tell me. NOW! (you heard me, email be back).

This year I threatened that they would all get 8 x 10 framed photographs of Snap and Sage.

Even that threat didn't work (and if frames weren't so expensive, i.e., if I didn't spend that 50 dollars on a new silk shirt, that would be the gift of the year).

So yes, my family is very hard. When they don't give me any type of gift ideas, I usually go for things I would want. Fuzzy slippers and flannel pajamas. Check. A steelers jersey? Obviously (sorry that you love the Patriots- no, really I'm sorry for you). Hmm.. are you sure you didn't want cute purple polka dot wellies? Oh wait, that was me. Lets trade.

And so the shopping goes. I finished my Christmas shopping two weeks ago.. but the gift giving keeps on going and going and going (cures the Mondays by 50%).

Speaking of Mondays, today was quite a Monday. Legos weren't thrown, but pencils, backpacks, hats and gloves were. I got quite a work out chasing a 10-year-old around the school twenty times.

That reminds me, I need to go pick up a few more pairs of flats. For Mondays.

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