Friday, December 21, 2007

Why holiday stress is for suckers

The one good thing about being single on Christmas for the first time in five years (and I'm really trying to look on the bright side, here, if you can't tell) is Christmas shopping is a lot more streamlined. My list has been effectively cut in half, and I have to say, it feels pretty good. Before, not only was there the stress of finding the perfect present(s) for The Boy, but then there were gifts to be bought for his parents, his sister, brother-in-law, their kids, and it wasn't as if I could expect him to do the shopping for his own family, oh no. This year, however, with the help of gift cards and homemade cookies (which scream that I am lazy and cheap, respectively), shopping has been pretty low-key. I'll only have to do one last-minute shopping run after I get home on Sunday, since the only people left on my list are my aunt and uncle (and what do you buy for the middle-aged urban professionals with discriminating taste who already have everything?)

I hope everyone's holiday shopping is going equally smoothly. Thanks for reading, and I raise a virtual glass of egg nog to you. Cheers! (You totally have a virtual egg nog mustache now. Ha!)


  1. So The Boy is not missed? Some days yes, some days no, I think. It's hard to put aside those years, no matter the disappointment.

    Anyway, let's watch it with cracks about "middle-aged urban professionals"--they're some of the best people I know! Solid fellows, real salt of the earth, taxpaying types. We love homemade cookies.


    Have a wonderful holiday and a very happy new year.

  2. Hey....I love your pic, its funny you have put one up, I have been wondering what you look like....pretty darn cute, if I do say so!!!!

  3. I must admit, I gasped to see an actual pic. The giant tennis ball matches your eyes :)

    Oh and thanks for the virtual egg nog, it tasted much better in cyberland!

  4. Hey, thanks! Well, a loyal reader requested a pic, and who am I to deny a loyal reader? Although I'm starting to wonder if the reason I can't get a date has something to do with this giant purple tumor on my face...

  5. You're welcome to buy me a gift to feel nostalgia if necessary.