Christmas Bitch

It's Christmas time, again, and I'm not nearly ready for it as usual. What is it with me and apparently half the rest of the world? I've met several people that Christmas shop year round, and damned if they don't have great fun on Christmas morning opening their many gifts and such without a worry in the world.

Not me, however.

I wait until the payday or two before Christmas and therefore must engage in the inevitable tight-fisted argument with some wicked, ugly bitch at the department store over which one of us had the damn thing first. Or, there just isn't anything close to what you're looking for left, and you're left holding a flashlight and a manicure set like those are really things that someone on your list actually wants.

Puhleeze!

This will be the first year that I won't be shopping for a husband - well, of course I'll get something for him from my little one, but not from ME. That's kind of strange. It will also be the first year that I'm getting something for a little girl, and that's even more strange. I haven't the slightest idea what to buy a little girl. Baby dolls, and toy trinkets line the aisles, but which one?? Totally lost.

It's also the first year as an adult that I won't be receiving something from a "sweetie" so to speak. Talk about sucking out loud.

Anywho, I shall be spending the holidays at work making the all-important dollar in order to pay for the flashlights and manicure sets, so if I don't get a chance before then, Merry Christmas to all of you!