As I think you may know, this time of year brings out the worst in me. Short days, long lines, expensive undertakings. And the wretched, bitter cold.
I have really, really dry skin, so winter makes it ten times worse. I tend to break out in rashes if I use lotion, so either way, I'm screwed. Tags in clothing get cut out without a second thought. I'll give up my hot baths, but turn down the hot water in the shower? NEVER!
Add to my physical irritation the emotional itch of post-Thanksgiving letdown, and boy, are you in for a treat! Hence, my lack of posts.
We are also beyond busy at the office these days. I've been putting in good time, and we're seeing some results. We are also finally losing our weakest link to a Sales Department reorg tomorrow. The moral being, do a shitty job in support and you'll be summarily shuttled to another department where hopefully, they'll realize you're dumber than a box of hair. But probably not.
I'm starting Christmas cards tonight, or, at least the list of people getting cards. I have the cards -I am second guessing the photo I picked, but they're printed and waiting, so, you know -fuck it, and I have stamps, which I don't love this year, thanks, USPS.
I bought a few presents already - we did a kid from the Angel Tree at the YMCA this year - she wanted art supplies and a Gamestop giftcard, needed socks. Done, done and done. Our five-year-old next door neighbor, done (don't tell him, but it's a Playmobil Pirate Ship). I also started on Mom and Henry, and have a plan in place for Dad, Tom and Laura. Matt? No clue. Santa, if you're reading this, I could use a vat of hypoallergenic lotion, and a paint roller with which to apply it. And a wardrobe consult. I've been looking and feeling frumpy. That won't do!
Next weekend, I believe I'll start the baking. That's when the fun actually begins. Well, the fun really begins when we get to Atlanta late on the 23rd and start carousing with Mom, Dad and the pugs.
OK, I won't let it ride this long again.
Decking the halls with lots of Matzoh,
Allison
I have really, really dry skin, so winter makes it ten times worse. I tend to break out in rashes if I use lotion, so either way, I'm screwed. Tags in clothing get cut out without a second thought. I'll give up my hot baths, but turn down the hot water in the shower? NEVER!
Add to my physical irritation the emotional itch of post-Thanksgiving letdown, and boy, are you in for a treat! Hence, my lack of posts.
We are also beyond busy at the office these days. I've been putting in good time, and we're seeing some results. We are also finally losing our weakest link to a Sales Department reorg tomorrow. The moral being, do a shitty job in support and you'll be summarily shuttled to another department where hopefully, they'll realize you're dumber than a box of hair. But probably not.
I'm starting Christmas cards tonight, or, at least the list of people getting cards. I have the cards -I am second guessing the photo I picked, but they're printed and waiting, so, you know -fuck it, and I have stamps, which I don't love this year, thanks, USPS.
I bought a few presents already - we did a kid from the Angel Tree at the YMCA this year - she wanted art supplies and a Gamestop giftcard, needed socks. Done, done and done. Our five-year-old next door neighbor, done (don't tell him, but it's a Playmobil Pirate Ship). I also started on Mom and Henry, and have a plan in place for Dad, Tom and Laura. Matt? No clue. Santa, if you're reading this, I could use a vat of hypoallergenic lotion, and a paint roller with which to apply it. And a wardrobe consult. I've been looking and feeling frumpy. That won't do!
Next weekend, I believe I'll start the baking. That's when the fun actually begins. Well, the fun really begins when we get to Atlanta late on the 23rd and start carousing with Mom, Dad and the pugs.
OK, I won't let it ride this long again.
Decking the halls with lots of Matzoh,
Allison
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