A full week into December and I haven't read a thing. Nope, not a thing.
I have, however, done almost all the Christmas wrapping. That counts for something, right?
Though at the rate we're going there may be nothing in my husband's stocking. He says "oh well", but somehow I think the kids might notice... hmm.
The "I'm buying books for Christmas" tally stands at over 20 I believe. It's the bulk of what the kids are getting, plus what we got for my parents, and there are a couple books I picked up for me. That's legal, right? :D I love bargain books.
As it stands, I have at least 3 calendars still to make, a t-shirt to alter, and around 50 cards to make/write in/address/mail. After I get the pictures, of course.
The first picture here (above) is probably our best option for cards... sigh.
This other picture should tell you about how the "photo shoot" went over all.
Oh wait, Mister's actually LOOKING at the camera in that one.
In most of them, he's reading a book. Sigh.
It's my own fault, I guess.
At this rate, I just want to live through December.
But I'm not sure how that's going to work out, because seriously, I think my brain is broken.