Wherein I complain and then brag.
How to do both in in one sentence?
"I have been so busy lately, but at least my Christmas shopping is done."
Bang. So busy, I, and yet so, so, incredibly efficient. Yay, me! But really, no, it's a disease. Normal people do not have spreadsheets for shopping and do not start buying things months in advance. Normal people do not wrap things before Thanksgiving so they can be sent home with their parents to avoid having to carry too much on actual Christmas. Normal people probably "enjoy" the holidays more, too, or experience them. I hide and avoid malls and such. Truly. Hate the music.
I do need to go on ONE small foray. I need a My Little Pony Coloring book. Yep, my spectacular kid wants Santa to bring her items totalling something in the range of $3.99. Let this last, oh let this last.
Seen any Pony coloring books around? Preferably inoffensive ones that leave no hint that the MLP brand expends beyond the coloring books and the little plastic ponies? My child has no need of the knowledge of playsets or whatnot. That shit is banned from Holiday House, I tell you (JJH). You send it here and I will wait until she is asleep and fake an "accident" whereby it is destroyed by falling furniture, flooding, or feline interference (aka "blame the cat").
The other thing I will brag and complain about? I have to maintain the Amazon wish list for my non-reading child and my non-participatory husband, so I have to update it and monitor it constantly (to make sure there are items left in various price ranges, to make sure they get the things they really want, to delete items we get from other sources - Lego is Danish, did you know that? We are getting our Christmas Lego from Denmark, that's how fancy we are at Holiday House!). The upside of all this list management is that the Bun and JWH get all sorts of delightful and surprising gifts. Me? I get what I put on there and I know pretty much the instant it's bought. So, no surprises for me. Sad trombone.
Not that I want off-list swag. But, to make the list and then blissfully be unaware if any of it was purchased? This is the 21st century dream, I tell you.