Posted by: orboy on: November 16, 2007
Radio stations are changing their playlists, flights are starting to book up, and soon malls and shopping centers will be so crowded that women will come home complaining about shopping rather than bragging about it. It’s Christmas!
As always, I am unprepared. Girl seems to have already figured out most of what she’s doing. But she’s like that. She’s a planner. She needs to know and plan. I, on the other hand, like to fly by the seat of my pants – see where the wind takes me. Maybe this time – THIS time – I won’t end up in a tree.
So it starts for me. Planning my trip back east to see family and shopping for gifts. Oh how I loathe the gift shopping. But I must suck it up and just do it. Really, worst of it is trying to figure out what I want. What will other people get me? What a bother.
November 16, 2007 at 4:12 am
Well, actually, I usually wait until the second week of December and then start to panic. It so happens my father needs his gift before December even starts so that got me to thinking about everyone else’s gift and it turned out to be much easier than I thought. I made my cute little spreadsheet, and it looks like a pretty done deal. I just have to go get the stuff!