So October has come and gone in a whirlwind of costumes, parties, haunted houses and lots of fun. Let me just say that October is easily my favorite month with December a close second.
I have officially started my Christmas shopping. I know, I have become that person. The one who starts with Christmas the day after Halloween, barely even pausing to acknowledge Thanksgiving. But really, can you blame me? I hate being the shopper that is out braving the crowds at 6 p.m. on Christmas Eve. I have been that shopper. In fact that was me last year.
And off I go onto my next tangent. Ready...Set......GO!
Last year, December 23, I start coming down with chills, fever, headache, and body aches. I figure it's just a cold. But that night I stupidly decide I'm okay to do some shopping with my baby sis for some unexpected guests. I was out of my mind quite literally. By the time we got back, I was delirious, or so they tell me. It was pretty much a haze after I passed the Barbie isle.
And if that's not bad enough, Hubby decides the next day that Santa has not been kind enough to our boy. I tell him, go without me, you'll be fine. He was convinced he would choose the wrong things. So up I get, feverish, barely coherent, but on a mission. That lady you saw at the store, the one who was weaving back and forth with the cart, who looked like crazy Aunt Ethel? Yup - that was me. (While hubby trailed slightly behind to catch me should I fall) My apologies to those of you who may have been permanently scarred by me.
And the wrapping party, there was a real pick-me upper. I swear all three of my hubby were helpful in cutting straight wrapping paper. At least that's what he tells me.
P.S. turns out I had the flu and spent the entire holiday season sick as a dog. SO. NOT. FUN.
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