Stocking Stuffers

Wednesday night Carrie had some trouble falling asleep. When I came to bed I fell almost instantly asleep. She eventually fell asleep, only to have me wake her up by telling her, "I couldn't finish it because I'm cookies!"

She wasn't very happy about being woken up for that.

I still have no idea what I was talking about. I was obviously asleep (or just this side of it) and apparently dreaming that I was cookies. And had a task I couldn't complete because of my state of being.

Anyway. Carrie had a split-shift yesterday (Thursday). In the morning I went to a couple of places and bought all of the stocking stuffers that I had yet to get for her.

I picked her up from work at noon and we went up to Southcenter. Which has a different name now that I can't remember. We expected that it might take some time to get what we were looking for; we might have to go through several stores and dig through racks and racks of stuff.

We got it all in one stop at one store. It was pretty awesome. We got home in plenty of time for Carrie to wrap all my presents while I was banished to the office here so I couldn't sneek a peak.

While Carrie was teaching class in the evening I had a brief chat with Taisha over the phone. She's coming to my family's house for Christmas dinner, which I think is much better than spending it alone in her apartment with Oscar (her dog) as has been her custom the last couple of years. Jason & Alexa are coming as well, so there'll be nine people around the table come dinnertime. Yikes!

I wrapped all of Carrie's presents and stuffed her stocking. Hey, let me ask you something: in your family, are your stocking stuffers wrapped? Because they sure are in Carrie's! Growing up in my family the stockings were never that big of a deal; they were kind of like getting an early taste of opening things before breakfast (presents were opened after breakfast). In our foot-long stockings we would get some candy, an ornament, blank tapes (back when such things still existed), oranges, maybe some assorted cheese, and that was it.

Carrie's family not only individually wraps every single thing in the stockings, but they get three-foot stockings and still can't fit everything into them. There are huge mounds of tiny individually-wrapped stocking stuffers surrounding their stockings.

I'm not saying that one way or the other is inherently better. I'm just saying that even after eight Christmasses connected to Carrie I'm still just not used to such an emphasis being placed on stockings.

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Morning: One piece of toast with smoked salmon lochs.

Afternoon: Sushi; nut bar; half a Trader Joe's cheese pizza; lime juice squeeze

din-dins: Panamonicas: Turkey Melt; salad w/blue cheese; 2 Mike's Hard Limes

Poo-poo: Nicely firm; no probs

Beddy-bye: other half of Turkey Melt; wa-wa

Poo-Poo2: Not quite as good, but still not bad.

Welcome

Morning: 8 Li'l Smokies. Juice squeeze.

Lunch: Ceasar Chicken Wrap at Panamonica's with a side-salad w/blue cheese. Chocolate chip cookies (a few). Nut bar.

Din-dins: spinach & prosciutto crustless quiche; green beans; toast with lochs.

Poo-poo: Diahreeee-ah! With entirely un-digested bits of greenery in it, like spinach or something.

Bedtime: Another piece of the quiche; a huge plate of nachos.