And now on to our regularly scheduled senseless nothing.
The maddening rush is just about coming to a screeching halt. THREE days to get those last presents, and wrap them up. THREE days to bake the cookies and pies. THREE days to clean the far corner of the window sill where your MIL will surely pass her white glove and announce to her son that you sadly FAIL a.g.a.i.n.
Or you could be like me and concede that this is as good as it's going to get and sit and blog for THREE days.
I'm sad :( #2 This is going to take some kind of Christmas miracle.