It’s ten days until Christmas and I’ve bought 8 presents. That total was 1 yesterday, until I went on a mad Amazon spree at 11:30 last night. I have no ideas for the rest of my people. This is a bit unusual. I tend to have at least a glimmer of something bouncing around in my head.
I had to tell my old neighbor last week about Mr. Darcy. I usually talk to her a couple of times a year, and I realized when her Christmas card came that I hadn’t told her yet. She sent us a really sweet card this week with a cute picture of Bingley and Darcy.
I hesitate to write about this on here, because it’s not anything to do with me (except all the crying I do when I read her posts). But… please read the blog An Inch Of Gray. You can find it on my sidebar. Anna has always been amazing, and she continues to be, while dealing with the death of her son. I don’t have any idea how she’s doing it, but she’s even sending out thank you notes. She included a wonderful prayer and picture of her sweet boy.
You know those nice sonograms they show on TV when there’s a show about pregnancy? Well if you are
infertile special like me, you get an alien probe a special sonogram. I won’t go into anymore details. I’m sure you get the picture. Seriously, will the indignities never cease?!
The week before Thanksgiving, I forgot my haircut appointment for the third time in as many years. It’s very embarrassing that I have wasted Andrea’s time. The first two times felt slightly less horrible, because I had actually messed up while putting it in my calendar. This time was the worst because it was in the calendar. But you have to actually look at the calendar for it to work!
The worst news of all these days is that my father in-law is sick. He has lung cancer. Please pray for him that his treatments go well. We’d like to have him around for a long time to come.
All righty then! Aren’t you glad that you took the time to read my whining? It’s so bad, I should try to write a country song.