Fear me, puny mortals: I got all of my Christmas shopping done, wrapped and mailed all the out of town presents, plus wrapped and hid my presents for John within one 24 hour period. Bwahaha!
I know, it's wrong to gloat, but you have to admit I am due. I was in and out of the mall in two hours. I spent an additional half an hour at a bookstore. It helps to be a mallrat, but really all you need is the ability to concentrate in a crowded situation, and a good memory for the kinds of things people like but won't buy for themselves. It's a skill as well as a talent. I remember agonizing over what to get people as a kid, and there was a time when I dreaded any gift exchange with my family, but now I'm Super Ninja Gift Buyer. Take that! And that! And wrap that up, too! Triple backflips into the next store. Hikeeba!
I am very disappointed, by the way. Only one person who asked for my address actually sent me a Christmas card. There's a pretty small showing of holiday cards this year in general. Out of 14, two are Hanukkah cards, two are from paper couriers, and one is from the employment agency who got me my job at the Agency That Never Shuts Up. At least they make a nice background for the Christmas cows.
