Can anyone explain to me how it got to be ten days from Christmas? Oh, I am *so* not finished. I’m nearly done shopping for R, I’ve got my dad’s gift taken care of…got a couple of things in mind for mom that I need to get going on.

I have nothing for my brother.

I still have to find an ornament for Brandy. (Tradition in my family is that Godparents buy their Godchildren a dated Christmas ornament each year. It’s a nice tradition. I like it…but I haven’t even *looked* for an ornament yet.)

I haven’t shopped at all for Jen yet.

I have about half of my Christmas cards sitting on my desk, waiting to be mailed. The other half still need to be written in. I’m still missing a few addresses.

I want to see my little before I go home for the holiday.

I have grading to do.

Mom’s freaking out about cookies.

Isn’t this where I am instantly, magically whisked off for a relaxing bubble bath?