Christmas Wrapped

Once again I’ve put off my final shopping until now. Literally. Right now. I’m about to head out to pick up a few small things for Jon, and I can guarantee that I will make at least one shopping trip early next week. Christmas shopping is an assignment, and like every deadline I avoid it until it was due yesterday. I’ll have Jon tell you about that one time I didn’t finish a presentation until the hour before I gave it, and because I hadn’t printed out my notes beforehand we had to pay over $40 to rent a computer. He thinks my procrastination is causing wasteful spending. I like to call it “incidentals.”

This year, I wanted to be more proactive, better prepared and more price savvy in my shopping, but I’ve failed miserably. Instead of taking the time to get or make  somebody a really nice, throughtful gift, they are getting gift cards and awkwardly intimate hugs.

Jon gave me his list, but since it didn’t include this I’m just going to go ahead and throw one in as a surprise extra. Being pregnant means NO TOUCHING, so he’s going to need options, and our dog already sleeps on the couch.

Leta is not going to get anything related to or branded Hannah Montana. She’s just starting to notice, thanks to her evil older cousins. I’m fine to have another few princess-based holidays, although I’m pretty sure this may be one of the last ones where the over riding theme is PINK PINK PINK. Recently we took her to a toy store to get an idea of what she wants, and I’m not kidding, she panicked because she didn’t see “the pink aisle.” Someone please assure me that she will graduate to other colors, preferably one that is not neon.

None of this is because I’m a soot-covered grinch, it’s just that I don’t like to shop. And then when I do I always wait until the only things left are a few pine-scented candles in the dollar bin.