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This is a mix of things and the squee will be held off for another post so as not to cross the streams.

1) I have spent the last two days positively exhausted. I cannot tell you why as I do not know. So I've been waffling back and forth between trying to be productive (brown sugar snickerdoodles! Final verdict: tastier dough, less fluffy cookie form) and snoozing away my Christmas Eve Eve. Seriously, I am a lump. I kind of thought that it was just a thing where I'd run myself ragged but that wasn't last week. Still, I thought maybe it was one of those things where, despite Science saying otherwise, I needed a day to snooze. Science says BS but I've found that some days you really do just need to spend lazily napping until your batteries recharge and zoom! You're up, up and away.

Nope. I slept the sleep of the dead and now it's three hours later and I'm falling asleep as I type this. Literally. I dozed off a smidge in the first three sentences. My eyelids are closing now and it's a good thing I can type with my eyes closed. :P


2) Amazon package is at the Post Office. Deliver it today, guys. TODAY.


3) AG Isabelle's catalog arrived early in Canada (it took all my willpower not to call it Canadia. Sorry!) and pictures were put online but I'm waiting for Ag's stock photos to appear before we do a proper round-up. I will say that I want more than I thought I did, and if I had an extra $275+ shipping to burn, I would totally buy her big item and sell off the smaller bits for a nice tidy profit. I am seriously considering it, in fact. Someone talk me out of this... (or into it, whichever.)


4) I need to decide which AG will break rank first and try the Reindeer pajamas on for Christmas. Not Sam, not HTA, and not Kirsten because I don't trust them not to run small. That leaves an army for you to decide.


I really think I'm going to go back to sleep again. Why am I so tired? :(

Good Evening

When Widget was younger, I used to tell him that when I had to work Christmas Eve it was because Santa needs help to get his work done. As the years go by, I find it helps to remember that but it gets more difficult as time passes. Still, I don't mind terribly much working Christmas Eve so long as I think of it as helping people make their holiday better. This doesn't mean I'm not giving you this look on the inside:
( We judge you, we do )

when you spend five hours in the store buying crap for your family because you forgot it was Christmas. Because I am. (Christmas is a fixed holiday. By the time you're old enough to legally drink you should have some idea when the damn thing falls. If not, the oceans of signs telling you should be a clue.)

But mostly I enjoy the line that doesn't end when people are just so happy that we have batteries, wrapping paper, and that I've found them the last roll of tape in the store. I love the way people aren't complete assholes to one another for one night and yes, it really is just one night because come 6am, people start to get really shitty with one another again. But for one night even the people who just popped in for a bag of chips aren't too bitchy about having to wait in a line that could wrap around the store.

So I'll be donning my elf hat (figuratively) and heading off to the salt mines tonight but I'll be super thrilled when I can escape tomorrow morning.

Merry Christmas Eve or... y'know, happy Tuesday. Whichever!