I am not accomplishing what I need to.

Instead I am sitting on the sofa.

I need to wrap presents and pack. Also get dresssed. And probably eat something.

my family is pretty drama free. I am sure I am the gossip, what with being the over-educated one who can't keep a job or support herself. But no one is mean, they are all very supportive which is lovely and hard at the same time. I'd very much like to sit in a warm hole and have people toss a few gifts and food down to me.

Instead, today I am taking a friends' children shopping because I discovered last night that neither had bought their mother gifts. SHe is in the middle of a divorce, has no immediate family in the area and the thought of her having no gifts was more than I could imagine. ALso, I get the feeling these kids have never been tasked with buying gifts themselves before. AT 10 and 15, they need to learn to do this. Just like gratitude has to be taught, so does gracious and thoughtful giving. Then the children's production at 5:30 at church, mac has some lines and a few solo lines in a song. He is the gold giving king.

I'm seeing a friend tonight who just got engaged. I don't really care for the fiancé, but whatever, not me who's marrying him. But the last time I saw her she was all "not cut out for monogamy" this and "I think I want another boyfriend but not the dude I just cheated on [fiancé] with" that, so...Congrats?

So far we have been pretty drama free. If there will be any, it will likely hit tomorrow.

I just found a couple of prezzies I had hidden from myself (better now than next week, right?), so the wrapping continues. Karate is in 90 minutes. Hopefully KCD will drop CJ off so he can take class too.

S. let me sleep late, which was nice, but now I'm way behind. And still pretty gronky.

All out family drama on my side has to do with my aunt, and her son, who just got out of jail (again). Not terribly interesting, actually.

Check out the Google logo this morning, btw.

Festive!

I still haven't left for PA. I'm actually All Packed now, but I seem to be waiting for the depression at the thought of getting in the damn car and driving through the traffic to pass.

Okay, I'm at the family compound and I need to do a Festivus airing out of grievances:

what is with my parents buying one-ply toilet paper?

One-ply?

I feel like I'm being punished.

Like coats and handbags, bathroom tissue is something you get enough use out of to make it worth spending a bit more on the good stuff.

I say a trip to the store is order len.