Every year, I try (and fail) to get my daughters to get their Christmas lists to me by a certain date. I want to be proactive and try to get my shopping in as soon as possible so that I’m not rushing to get it done at the last minute (is shopping online rushing?).
I would like to say that this year was different and I had lists for all the kids and grandkids wayyyyy ahead of time.
Yes, I would like to say that.
What I can say is that I do have some ideas, and that more coming trickling in as the over-commercialized-holiday-that-starts-appearing-in-stores-before-Halloween quickly approaches.
So when Nichole fired off a message Sunday morning saying that leggings would be a great gift for the girls, I returned the message (12 hours later because that’s when I noticed it) asking for sizes and colors. Unfortunately, as I hit the “send” button, I realized that she was probably in bed already and wouldn’t received it until the next morning.
No biggie, I thought, and promptly went back to watching “America’s Next Iron Chef: Redemption” (which, by the way, I highly recommend if you are a) a person that loves to watch people run around crazed trying to make a meal out of seaweed and pterodactyl intestines; or b) plan their next grocery list from the secret ingredient).
So when my cell phone went off at 4:30 in the morning, alerting me to a message, the only thing I could think of was “Oh shit, something happened“, because when it’s that time of the morning and my phone goes off, it can only be bad news.
I jumped out of bed, and with bleary eyes (and no glasses on), I squinted at the screen preparing for the worst.
Instead, I got “Paige 10 lex 8 bug 6. Black preferably but any color.”
Just let me say that texting is not the preferred way to give me ideas, but it will certainly get my attention.