I’ve finally reached the grand nirvana of Christmas known as the point of “Fuckit!” If it doesn’t get done, doesn’t arrive, doesn’t cook up properly, doesn’t fit, or doesn’t get taken out of the closet and put under the tree, it really doesn’t matter…
Got out of work early today, which was a godsend - boss said I could go at 2:30, but of course I’d just picked up a call that ended up keeping me there til 3:30, but - I figured it out!!! (Financial Consolidations. Difficult enough to do on paper, much less figure out what someone effed up in the brand-spanking new module of the software. I’m quite pleased with myself.)
Soon to be old boss got me a Starbucks card for Christmas! I’ll have to scan the card that came with it - very cute.
Haven’t been able to find out if the package got to Alabama or not - yesterday it was in Georgia and it would seem the tracking site is broken now…likely a touch overwhelmed with inquiries, I suppose.
Got the PetsMart run in, so the cats & dogs will all get presents. Hit the grocery store for a couple last minute things as well.
I am in charge of feeding people tomorrow night. I’ve done lasagna before and it is spectacular, but the past couple years we’ve gone with appetizers all night as little bro doesn’t have a set time he arrives, and that way we can pretty much just eat all night. :) FWIW, if you have a Safeway in your area, their private brand frozen appetizers are the bomb. And seemingly always on sale.
Left to do is make 2 or 4 pairs of earrings for Mom & Grandma, wind up the yarn and figure out how I will package it in lieu of the finished scarf for Mom (it’s only about halfway there…), Radio Shack, stocking stuffer run, and wrapping, wrapping, wrapping. (I had everything shipped to Mom’s…)
But right now, tonight? Fuckit! It’s beer-thirty.
