So Many Gift Cards, So Little Interest In Finding A Parking Space

Clearly you are overdue for a nap when your eyes start doing a dead-fish-floating thing to the back of your head. And yet, here I am. I enjoy myself a good sleep, I just don't like going to bed. I may hem and haw and stall every which way to get out of it, but once I'm there, I don't want to leave. Hmm, I may be that way about a lot of things.

Remember when you were younger, the day after Christmas break you wanted to wear the brand new sweater? The one that was actually decent, unlike the turtleneck/vest combo with a snowman pattern from Aunt Sally. But you didn't want to announce to the entire school "Hey! Look at me! I got a new sweater for Christmas! I'm going to wear another new sweater tomorrow, too!" So you considered waiting a day or two to ease it into your wardrobe cycle. Such mental anguish, I know.

Worse - the burning desire to tell everyone I know what I got, from who, and what the story is behind each gift. I hope it's not an "Ooh! Look at me and my new stuff!" thing, but more of an "Aren't my friends and family swell?" kind of thing. A little bit of both? Yeah, you're probably right. It's not intentional.

So my Mom got me gift cards, but she hates to just send gift cards, because it's too impersonal, and not fun to open, so she also sends this little Santa Bear, with a gift card holder, which is really cute, that way it's not just a gift card, plus she.....

Did you do the valley girl voice as you read it? I totally did as I was typing it, like for sure!