Ugh, I forgot to give a gift to our messenger on our floor. I am the worst at christmas-- I leave whatever gifts I am going to buy until the very last minute (this year, it's Friday) and forget to get gifts for friends. I look forward to the day I'm a real grownup like msbelle.
Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!
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Do people at your job gift and card each other? Or is it a school thing?I've seen it happen in a lot of places. And rather randomly. There's usually a person or three who give out personalized wee gifts and cards. Makes me feel guilty because I am really not that person no matter how much I would like to pretend.
I keep clicking to links of shoes that are adorable but that I can't see myself buying. I can see myself borrowing them from a friend (like, say, from the friend of mine who loves fun shoes and then lets me take them out for an evening) and adoring them.
There's usually a person or three who give out personalized wee gifts and cards. Makes me feel guilty because I am really not that person no matter how much I would like to pretend.
That's me, too.
are you not a shoe person, Cass?
I'm clearly a shoe person (in college I had a sort of imelda rep and at one point, I moved ~100 pairs of shoes in plastic boxes, labelled from one apartment to the next). But I'm becoming a bag person. I bought this one today (see what I mean about pink giraffe pattern). Though GOOD GOD I paid less than 1/10th what the bag retails for.
I am not a shoe buying person. However, it seems that I do love to have a shoe-buying friend who has overflowing closets.
I worry that I won't wear them enough to be worth buying. Which is odd because some of my least rational purchases have been some of the best.
So I am becoming a reform shoe person.
I have a gigantic family and a budget in the red, so the only non-relatives getting a gift from me are my Secret Santa recipient here, the design firm (run by a couple of decade-old friends) that's currently killing itself for my company, and my best friend's family. I got cards for a few other old friends, but everyone else is going to have to settle for an exhausted "Happy Christmukkah!" in their general direction.
Mom just called to say she is praying for a Christmas miracle. Because the Joshua Tree Fire Dept missed her street when the fire trucks went by carolling.
Of course at the start of her phone call she thought that there must have been a terrible accident with many deaths because of the sirens. Now she's pissed at missing the singing.
My wuwu and a half mom is praying for carols.
Thing is? Technology prevails. It's worked for me for 16 years with the neicelet and 9 with the nephlet. There is always a new toy.
Well, I'm not usually gadget-prone, and my brother is. (Nephew was playing with a calendar by trying to use it as a keyboard, if that's any indication.) So that's a battle I'll lose eventually. But I still have a beanbag chair and an adorable dragon puppet, so I think I can retain coolness superiority for a while yet.
I am totally gonna steal "nephlet," by the way.
I give my boss a little present, because although she is insane, I like her and she's been very good to me. And I used to intend to give out cards with, like a teeny bag of candy, but I don't actually do it, and that's why when the apocalypse happens I'll survive by creating a bonfire of holiday cards and eating the candy stockpile. And then dying of tooth decay.