I have to admit it. When it comes to shopping during the Christmas season, I’d rather slam my left breast in a sliding glass door than go to the store. The energy there is horrible, everyone is stressed and grabby, and I never see what I want my kids to have. OK, well….maybe I want them to have too much of that plasticy goodness. At any rate, I get exhausted just driving through the parking lot. This year, however, gets even more stressful due to the van not being tagged. I can’t even get out to put my cash in the bank so I can shop online dammit. Borrowing Mom’s van is an exercise in politics these days. I *can* borrow the van, but she doesn’t necessarily want to babysit my kids while I go to the store. Which pretty much defeats the purpose of going.
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