It's Friday night, 7:20 pm, Dec 23. I did all my shopping days ago so I wouldn't have to venture into a store again. Sigh....
Remember how I was clearing out the house and sorting and stuff earlier this fall so I could get ready to sell? Well I have no idea what happened to the Christmas wrap and ribbons (you know the stuff we all buy at 50% off and save for a year so we don't have to worry about it again or pay full price? The stuff that was just hanging around in a big bag that couldn't be missed?). I thought I'd wrap my gifts up tonight, went to get everything and had that sinking feeling. I have cruised the basement, the storage closests, my piles, and no sign of the stuff. Doh!
Of all of the times to have to go to the store. I could just scream. My hair needs washing and it's too warm out here to pull on a hat and now I have to get ready and go tonight rather than just veg, I sure am not going on a Saturday (I hate shopping to start with, never shop on Saturdays, nevermind the day before Christmas. That truly is my idea of hell). I don't even have a newspaper here that I could fudge and pull an environmental/recylce theme with.
Ok, vent over I guess. Me and my inner crybaby are going to have to suck it up, put on our happy face and try not to get too cranky in the store. Guess I'm off to the shampoo bottle and then to see if there is such a thing as a parking space within a mile of a place that sells paper. I knew there was a reason I hated cleaning the house, no good ever comes of it I tell you.
I sure hope there is something left that is nice. Too bad the gifts I bought are too big for gift bags. Those I found.