My stress level is at about a 14. On a scale that only goes to three.
There is so much to do before we depart for the holidays -- we're spending our Christmas in Virginia with my uber-preggo sister who is so knocked up that air travel isn't allowed. (By the way, Sonny the Pug is going to Viriginia with us. How funny is that? I predict -- per his behavior -- we will be tempted to dump him at a roadside park before we hit the Alabama state line.)
But just to get to THAT point, there is so much that must be done. Packing. Wrapping. Medicating. You know, the usual. And I'm being overwhelmed by a much heavier workload than usual. I don't feel like I can't pull all our shit together in time. (Types Momma Pug as she has her first drink of the day.)
This weekend we are having Christmas with the Aggie's side of the family. I have all the gifts bought and assembled. Except one -- a large photo collage for his grandmother. It's Tuesday already and I don't even have all the pictures gathered up yet. I am sensing disaster, people, and thinking that perhaps we should purchase a backup gift in case I drink myself into a spiked eggnog coma and cannot function enough to tie my shoes, much less make something crafty and thoughtful.
The question is, Internet: What do you get your husband's grandmother?
I have absolutely no idea and am counting on you for a miracle.
What can I purchase that says: Merry Christmas, we love you and would very much like to use your condo this summer?
There is so much to do before we depart for the holidays -- we're spending our Christmas in Virginia with my uber-preggo sister who is so knocked up that air travel isn't allowed. (By the way, Sonny the Pug is going to Viriginia with us. How funny is that? I predict -- per his behavior -- we will be tempted to dump him at a roadside park before we hit the Alabama state line.)
But just to get to THAT point, there is so much that must be done. Packing. Wrapping. Medicating. You know, the usual. And I'm being overwhelmed by a much heavier workload than usual. I don't feel like I can't pull all our shit together in time. (Types Momma Pug as she has her first drink of the day.)
This weekend we are having Christmas with the Aggie's side of the family. I have all the gifts bought and assembled. Except one -- a large photo collage for his grandmother. It's Tuesday already and I don't even have all the pictures gathered up yet. I am sensing disaster, people, and thinking that perhaps we should purchase a backup gift in case I drink myself into a spiked eggnog coma and cannot function enough to tie my shoes, much less make something crafty and thoughtful.
The question is, Internet: What do you get your husband's grandmother?
I have absolutely no idea and am counting on you for a miracle.
What can I purchase that says: Merry Christmas, we love you and would very much like to use your condo this summer?
1 comments:
Does Dr Kevorkian give gift cards?
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