'Tis the Season...

Because I am a textbook example of a crazy, late-twenty-something with severe neurosis, I opted into the belief that early and mostly-online holiday shopping was, in fact, the way to go… lest there be bloodshed, mangled cars in the mall parking lot and a probable short-term jail sentence.
Look at me!  ‘Twas December 1st, my shopping was complete AND about half of my packages were wrapped.  I was all gloaty until I realized I forgot to update my shipping address and some of my packages were delivered to my old apartment in North Carolina… and like 3 things were placed on such a severe level of backorder that the companies just cancelled the orders altogether.  UGH Sorry B…  I’m not sure why Santa didn’t leave anything for you… BUT AMAZON AND NHL.COM MIGHT KNOW!
My intentions were good and I was off to a decent start on completing my holiday tasks.  But then I put off making Christmas cards, so I finally just uploaded an adorable reindog/elf-dog pic to Shutterfly and put a card together there.  I also paid Shutterfly to address, stamp and mail my cards.  On Christmas Eve.  Oops.  Maybe I should have changed them to Easter cards…
I also intended to send B off with some delectable holiday treats to bestow upon my family and his.  He left a few days early with the boys.  Long drive!  I got to fly and meet up with them on Christmas Eve.  By the time his scheduled departure rolled around, the last thing I wanted to do was bake.  The very thought of it made me want to chuck the hand-mixer through the kitchen wall.  Sorry family, no treats.  No doubt they’ll agree that having me sane and well-rested is significantly more savory!
Nugget was thoroughly empathetic.  Or just hoping for me to pause the holiday craziness long enough to give him a good head scratch!  He’s really good helper…….. if you consider laying or stepping on the wrapping paper a big help.  He enjoyed supervising the wrapping frenzy, and even caught a peek at a few gifts from Santa Paws.  I had
to make him pinky-promise not to tell Osc there is no Santa Paws. Cost me a few biscuits, but what else was I supposed to do?  Too risky...

Speaking of Oscar, his 2nd birthday was also upon us.  That’s right, Oscar, Satanic-Tazmanian-Beast-&-Destroyer-of-the-World shares a birthday with Jesus, Savior of the World.  Now if that’s not ironic…