I'm done.
Oh hell yeah.I'm done with all my Xmas shopping. Yes, I am a guy and I finished early. Unbelieveable. Timmy and I used to always go Xmas shopping around the 15th or 16th of December. Unfortunately, the two of us have had conflicting schedules the past few years thus we have been unable to do that activity which we OH SO ENJOY.
I hate it.
I hate it.
God Almightly Lord in Heaven, I hate it.
I really think I did well in my shopping because I did it in short intense little bursts of creativity. I just put a coat of fixative on my drawing for my mother whom I showed to Lavonne. Lavonne's prediction is that it will make my mom cry. That wasn't exactly the response I was looking for but hey, I guess I'll take it. There isn't enough time to frame it right now, plus I'm not even going to try to pick the frame. I will recommend the matte but that's about it.
Other than that, I still hate shopping.
Everyone and their children's children were at Wal-Mart as I dashed down there to finish up the last gift I had to buy for my cousin Stiff. Stiff recieves not one, not two but three dvds. I did pretty well with the fact that they are chick flicks too. But I had to dodge, dip dive and duck people down there. I can only imagine the horrors of Wichita this close to Xmas.
However, now that I'm done, tomorrow is the first of the three Xmases, we celebrate. This one will be fun as we will fondue tomorrow evening for the meal. I only predict that I will burn myself twice and lose one item of food once.
I hate shopping. I hate it unless I'm in a sporting goods store. Then I only dislike it a little.