One should avoid purchasing e.p.t.s and a turkey baster at the same time. Really.
Even if one’s turkey baster really is broken.
Archives for December 2005
I am tired, and there is laundry to finish, and presents to um, make, or box up, or otherwise get into some transportable mode. I uploaded the images for my holiday postcards to the printshop today, so hopefully those should arrive in a week. Ideally, I’ll go out tomorrow to the post office and survive the crowd and buy cute stamps because it is now too late to order stamps online and have them arrive in a timely fashion. Ideally. I say this because I will be going to the post office five days before Christmas so it is bound to be a madhouse and I do not like madhouses.
I have shopped as little as possible. I am delving into my boxful of possible presents for the kids (which is really a bad habit I picked up from my mother, which makes it not such a bad habit after all). I need to pick up cream and thank you notes and cat litter from the grocery store that used to be a Shoppers but is now El Primero Mercado. I kind of like the change, it means I can find five different kinds of eggplant without driving all the way down to Global Foods, and I love eggplant.
I am not sick, but Matthew’s sinuses are draining and he tossed and turned all night and it did not help that the sheet was in the dryer so we were both trying to share a blanket — unsuccessfully, I might add. Rebecca’s nose is again bright red, Marcus got a haircut yesterday, and I should find all of my camera accessories and charge it and my iPod and start rounding up gear for the car trip to New Jersey.
Tomorrow I shall be a slave to my sewing machine. Tonight, however, I am going to sit down with a cup of hot tea and think happy thoughts.
The EX knife holder is a thing of beauty.
On the seventh day of Christmas
My children gave to me
Seven stepped on K’Nex,
Six hours of TV,
Five unwashed socks,
Four spotty tonsils,
Three stacks of pancakes,
Two dirty plates,
And one magnificent nap.