Not too shabby.
Except for picking up Danny’s balloons and what we will eat for a couple of days early Christmas Eve…
I am finally done.
I resolve every year to become one of those crazy organized types that picks their Christmas presents through out the year.
But it’s just not for me.
Because even when I do manage to pick something up, I forget that I bought it and stashed it away.
I end up finding it about February.
My first reaction is shoot.
But then I get excited to think I could give it to them for Easter.
I find the present again in June.
With two whole days left I’ve got decked halls, and treasures under the tree.