Totally.

It took me all afternoon and the evening up until now, but I finally wrestled the Bed Bath and Beyond website into taking my Christmas order. Now I just have to buy best friend's gift, find handkerchiefs for my dad, and cross my fingers that the telescope I bought for twice its out-of-stock BB&B price arrives before Christmas.

I need help. I have no earthly idea what to get my mother for Christmas. There's nothing I know of that she wants, except a platter exactly like mine which I have not been able to find anywhere.

She likes vintage pins, but usually my dad gets her one every year. She is a perfume QUEEN, but I don't know what kind of scents she likes.

I am feeling like a horrible daughter.

In lamer Christmas news, I'm getting my dad socks and a flannel shirt.

I'm starting to feel it's like Elaine and The Sponge.

I am totally identifying with her. But other tampons are just too long and they hurt!!!

Aims, what about: a massage or manicure gift certificate, a selection of gourmet coffee or tea, good leather gloves and a pretty scarf?

Oooh ... the gloves and scarf could work. She won't let anyone give her a massage - claims she's too fat. I roll my eyes at her.

I think Amy has a good idea.

Right now, I've gotten my mother wooden spoons from a local craftscouple, fun dishtowels from the same and...nothing else. I'm gonna give her another goat this year, I think.

...I guess I really need to call my mechanic tomorrow. If I could drop the car off early this week and get it home, it shouldn't fuck up the week too much. Unless it doesn't want to start tomorrow, I just need to take care of the lights. It needs a tuneup, but that can wait, I hope. Damnit. This week is stupid busy, and a birthday just got added friday night, when I need to be working dough. And I'd hoped to go shopping at least a couple nights this week. Which needs a car.

The Great OB Crisis of 2010.

Lauren Bush is engaged to Ralph Lauren's son, David Lauren. After their wedding, her name will be Lauren Lauren.

I wonder if she's a fan of Catch-22.

(...and Major Major Major Major)

My dad is so incredibly hard to shop for, I've started doing joint gifts at Christmas -- this year I'm giving Mom and Dad a gift certificate to their favorite restaurant in town, a bottle of wine, and another small gift certificate to Carlino's, the awesome Italian grocery/bakery (dessert!).

Then I go nuts on Mom's birthday, because I can always think of things she'd like.

My mother specifically asked me for gloves one year, and I'm pretty sure I just saw them still with the tags on, in her giant container of gloves, etc. @@