Merry Christmas Eve-Eve! I remember wishing everyone and their aunt that on the 23rd of each December when I was a kid. It was my bass-ackwards way of speeding up time, counting down to that glorious day of days, Christmas morning, when my sister, brother and I could dive headfirst into all the loot that Santa Claus brought us. Now, as an adult and, yes, without kids, I have an idea of the probable panic and mass hysteria that my parents experienced each and every year when the clock just wouldn't slow down and Christmas was not just right around the corner, but TWO DAYS AWAY. Granted, I'm not having a whole host of family and friends over for the holidays, but I've got this mad desire to have this house sparkling clean, from top to bottom, by the time my mother arrives on the 26th or 27th. I am taming the packrat in me and banishing him to the far reaches of the county by tossing stuff. Yes, actually throwing crap away that I have let lay around and collect dust, grime, grease, and dirt for too many years.
To celebrate, I went to Books-A-Million with my sweetie after a lunch date at the local pizza place. *snort* What a way to benchmark this monumental occasion of cleaning house by bringing more stuff in, eh? It's not my fault that BAM had the new Elizabeth Boyle book out! It fairly leapt into my hands...
Oh, I brought home a couple others too, but I was so excited about the Boyle book that I've temporarily forgotten the titles.
Join me tomorrow when I recount the tales of hilarity and insanity as I describe John's probable mental breakdown when I ask him to help me clean up the living room. It promises to be fun all around -- good times, good times!