Christmas songs tend to be awesomely lame.

I love my friends. I do. But sometimes I seriously wonder if perhaps someone's braincells aren't firing the way they're supposed to.

Traditionally, Christmas Eve is for Ari, Cass, and I to exchange gifts. Well, Ari and Cass can exchange gifts whenever, but maybe you get the point. With Cass having no phone, I extended the normal "come by Christmas Eve and I'll give you your gift." Notice I didn't say "we'll exchange gifts" or anything that made it seem like I was fully expecting a gift from her. Christmas Eve came. Christmas Eve went. No sign of Cass. What's most annoying about this is that when she stopped by work last week, she said she was going to swing by Christmas Eve.

But the most vexing by far was Ari. We [she] made plans to go out and look for shoes for her wedding. Namely shoes for me, since I'm the only bridesmaid whose shoes you'll definitely be able to see. Anyway, I know I didn't hallucinate this because I made some comment about how shopping on Christmas Eve is always a whore, and she came back with, "yeah, but not for shoes." So the week goes by and I hear nothing to the contrary. I call her yesterday morning and ask if we're still going around doing stuff. That was actually me calling and leaving a message on her voice mail. A couple hours [and a nap] later, I call and get her.

"I'm so glad you're coming over tomorrow!" And then proceeds to chatter on about things I completely missed because I had to stop, lean against a wall, and wonder if maybe the whole reason my night at work did not feel like a Saturday was because it, in fact, was not? Nope, that theory was shattered by her saying Christmas and the fact that I spent a buck fifty on a paper in the morning.

So what. the. hell? If you're going to change the plans, fine. I'm okay with that, although traditionally I don't leave the house on Christmas unless I have to work, because my family is weird about Christmas [and other major holidays], what with our tendancy to die and all. But let me know about the change of plans, please? Or, if for some reason you can't email or call or send smoke signals, then at least don't act as if I'm the person who forgot the plan and then change it. My marbles aren't all hiding under the bed, so I will catch on.

I spent the afternoon and evening wrapping a gazillion presents. Which sounds fun, but considering the only space I had in my room to wrap was this tiny section in front of the Pullip bookcase, not so much. It was okay for anything I was gifting people with, as I just had to manage to position the wrapping paper just right so I could cut it without it looking like crap. But for Dad's gifts to Mom? Oi. You try wrapping silverware, dishes, a draining board for the dishes and silverware, Snapware, slippers, a board game, and three sets of sheets. Fuuuuuun.

Of course, I spent the entire time wondering why Dad would fork the job over to me since he wraps a mean present.

Ah well.

I should drag the gifts downstairs, but I'm too tired to manage the pole swinging, flying acrobatic assault that is required to get into my room at the moment.

And for once I finished The Evil Twin on Christmas Eve, just in time to dive into Return of the Evil Twin for Christmas. :) Now my mind can continue to wonder just how nifty it would have been had the Wakefields been replaced by zee evil twins. Yessssssssss.

I hope your holiday [whichever one/ones you choose to celebrate] is filled with awesomeness.

Now, if someone could play some friggin' Bing & David, my day would be oh so much better.