I can't believe it's already Christmas Eve. It seems like just a week ago, there were six shopping days
until Christmas . . . where does the time go?
Anne and I finished our shopping yesterday, including a frenzied trip to the mall, where I learned that people who waited until the last minute to buy clothes aren't exactly rational when the store doesn't have the size they wanted, and tend to freak out at the cashier, as if the cashier conspired to keep that pair of size four jeans available until seconds before Angry Shopper wanted them.
I also learned that there is some serious plague out there in the shopping areas, because I woke up this morning with a bitch of a sore throat and a pretty severe sinus thing. Merry Christmas to me.
The kids are with their dad tonight, so Christmas won't actually be Christmas until they get home tomorrow afternoon (parents will understand what I mean, you non-kidlet-having types may not, but that's okay, because it's Christmas.) Tonight, we're headed up to my mom and dad's house to have dinner with them and my siblings. Chance of watching A Christmas Story is set at about 99%.
I hope everyone who celebrates it has a very merry Christmas. For everyone else, I hope you have a wonderful weekend. And to everyone, regardless of anything, I wish you all the peace, prosperity, and joy the world has to offer.