I was entirely disorganized this Christmas. I'm amazed I'm not out there still shopping (don't even ASK about wrapping, though). I still have a sneaking suspicion in the back of my head that I've forgotten someone - and it's gonna haunt me until NEXT Christmas probably.

It wasn't the third kid... well, okay, in part it was the third kid, in that there was one more petri dish to keep us housebound for the better part of the first three weeks of this month. It was school, and preschool. It was remembering last days, and birthdays, and the etiquette gifts for teachers (oops, sorry Mrs. Matteroli... it's coming, I swear it), and those wonderful sweet neighbours, and cousins of cousins, and timing everything to when they needed to be timed to. It's that I like to MAKE things for Christmas, not just buy a gift card.

Now ask me where I was on Wednesday night.

In line at the grocery store buying not one, but nine gift cards for assorted people in our lives whom I just don't know well enough to know what they'd like, and because I couldn't get the cookies (dough already made and in the fridge) actually BAKED and decorated.

I did learn, though, that the grocery store carries both Grey Goose Vodka (in a locked case), and some pretty decent toys if needed.