Good
Morning! 95 presents wrapped, and around fifty more to go. Before you all think
I go completely overboard, let me say, we wrap all the stocking stuffers as
well – so that means even the 3/$1 packets of flavored hot cocoa the kids are
getting in their stocking, get wrapped individually. Even though I hate to wrap,
I know how much fun it is to unwrap a gift, so we wrap EVERYTHING.
I
should have wrapped 96 gifts yesterday, but somehow between Thursday night and Friday
morning, I lost the box of jumbo muffin liners which were supposed to go in Lys’
stocking. They were sitting on the kitchen table and then they were gone. I asked
the folks who were at the cookie exchange if they put them in their bag by
mistake when they were packing up, but they said no. It’s a mystery.
Now
I need to remember to pick up another pack of muffin liners when I’m out
shopping or the stockings won’t be even. Here’s where you will think I am
crazy, but it’s just the way I have always done it. Each of my children has
EXACTLY the same amount of gifts to open, and I can usually get the value of
said gifts within $5 of each other. This year I did really well and got the
gifts within $1. Granted it does take a little finagling – one kid might have
each $0.33 hot cocoa wrapped separately and one might have either two or three
of them wrapped together to make my numbers even.
This
year each of my kids, including my son’s girlfriend, will have nineteen
stocking stuffers to unwrap. It’s funny, I have been doing this for so long, I
don’t even count while I’m shopping. There’s no way I possibly could since I
literally shop all year, picking up little things here and there. Yet when I
finally get downstairs and sort everything out, the gifts are usually pretty
even (and when they’re not, it’s because I have forgotten where I hid a gift).
So
do you think I’m certifiable? What holiday quirk do you have? What one thing
has you worried about the men in white coats carrying the butterfly nets coming
to get you?
Today,
since it is supposed to be sunny and in the sixties, I will be baking the
Christmas bread. In order to do it, I will need to channel my Baba’s spirit,
because every year something doesn’t go quite right with the bread. It’s
usually the weather which interferes – if it is raining, snowing or too cold,
the bread won’t rise properly. Last year we had a day much like today, where
the weather was perfect, so the bread should have come out perfect. Well it
didn’t. Wanna know why? Because dingy me forgot to add the sugar. I’m still
kicking myself over it. In my defense, there is no exact measuring or even a
written recipe for the bread. Well today I have the opportunity to redeem
myself. I have ideal weather conditions and I intend to lay all the ingredients
I need out on the counter BEFORE I start the process. Wish me luck!
I
hope you have a wonderful day and happy writing!
Your Last Challenge
was:
You are sent back to
earth as one of the seven deadly sins in human form. You can pick whichever sin
you would like, but you must describe yourself without actually saying which sin
you are – let us try and figure it out.
So this is the punishment for a less than stellar life is
it? Well I’ll show them! I don’t need their help or approval; I can do this all
on my own. I’ll just go and find everyone on this Earth who was far worse than
I ever was. That’ll show them.
But wait. If I do what I was instructed to do, wouldn’t that
damn me to just more of the same? Seal my fate for all eternity? What if I
still find those people, but instead of egging them on, I show them the error
of their ways? No, I couldn’t simply show them, because then they wouldn’t
learn anything. I need to make them realize what they are doing and let them
want to change themselves.
Hah, if I can accomplish that, it would thwart the master
plan. The soul quota would seriously be under met, for I can only approach the
folks suffering from the same sin as I had when I was alive, but it is a start.
I wonder if I have the ability to find my six counterparts. If I could enlist
their help, we could obliterate the plan altogether.
So who was I?
Your Next Challenge
is:
Just
smile and say thank you.
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong,
just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to
criticize what someone else has written. Go.
