…because I’ve become the queen of procrastination. I haven’t gotten a THING done really that I was supposed to get done today because I got very wrapped up in cleaning the house. My friend Mary is coming down tomorrow (or tonight, not sure at this point) to babysit the Zoo while I go to see my family for Christmas.
So, Merry Christmas to my faithful, what, five or six readers? I’ll be off tomorrow to Atlanta to see my sister and brother in law, go to church with one of them, and then head north either that night or the next morning to see my parents for Christmas. Before then, I have to finish cleaning house, do a bit more shopping (yeah, I’m one of THOSE people), wrap pressies, pack the car (which includes performing the transformer routine where it goes from hauling vehicle to one that actually has passenger seats in the back, dog hair and all), and be ready to head out after I’ve kissed their noggins for the umpteenth time tomorrow.
I really hate being away from them on Christmas, but since I’m the only one in my family that is a dog person really, save my brother in law, there just isn’t a way for me to take them with me. I’m trying not to think about this being possibly Profile’s and Franny’s last Christmas with me, about the fact that last year at Christmas my Zoe-Boh was still with me or that I was still living close to my friends in Greenville, or that if fate were a little more kind I’d be looking forward to New Year’s Eve in London. Instead, I am drinking the fab PG Tips that Amy sent me, tossing toys for my maniac old man Prof in the den and watching Newcastle Utd football on TV…when I should be out the door to shop.
Merry Christmas, y’all!!