It Only Hurts When I Blog

Greetings, Bloggy Christmas Shoppers!

Are you ready yet?

I just need to make a stop or two or three at various grocery stores, and we are out of milk. I wonder if Charlie could put eggnog in his coffee...

I really have WAY too many things on my imaginary food list to be able to serve during the Christmas holidays, so I have to scale back.

I have two true Christmas stories to tell, overheard at the health club - both of them funny yet tragic!

Christmas Story I -

Someone participated in an 'Angel tree' kind of thing this year, where you draw a name and age of a child and bring in a gift. The child was a boy, 3 years old. Easy right? Shopping for a child that age? No sweat.

The 'shopper' has a closet at home where she and her husband stash emergency gifts, re-giftable items, and good deals that they put aside and save for when they are needed. She thought she had a train set in the closet, but when she couldn't find it, she chose instead a kiddie bat and ball set that her husband had bought at one time and put in there.

After the gifts had been delivered, she discovered (when she told her husband) that the ball and bat was a valuable collectible that he intended to save for years and sell at a later time. OOPS.

Christmas Story II - the most hilarious EVER...

Overheard last week at the health club "I got my Christmas Wish! I got my Christmas Wish! Do you know so-and-so who has the really cute husband? They are getting a divorce and he is going to be on the market! I got my Christmas Wish!"

Merry Christmas, Everyone!