Me? Oh, you know, just sitting here trying to decide how I can convince the universe to slow down just a little bit.
Christmas is in one week. ONE WEEK. 7 days. 420 hours. 25,200 minutes. Okay, I'll stop.
My point is THERE'S NOT ENOUGH TIME TO GET EVERYTHING DONE!!
If only I could take a leave of absence from work for the last two weeks before Christmas. But, alas, I can't. Well, maybe I could, but, you see, I'm saving vacation time for a certain trip to Mexico that is coming in 4 weeks...FOUR WEEKS!!
That means that tomorrow, I'll wake up and I'll have to catch a plane at 7 in the morning. Because that's how time works around here...I go to bed one night as a small child, I wake up as a married woman of five children who is stressing out about the holidays and a vacation that will be here any minute.
Seriously, I swear to you I live in some sort of "Mario-esque" time warp. Maybe if I find a little green tube to squat down on it'll slow this craziness down. 'Course, it could backfire (*snicker* get it? "Squat" and "backfire"?!) and I'd end up in some hyperspeed world.
Wait. That's right. I ALREADY am in hyperspeed world.
Ugh. I've gotta go to bed. But I better finish wrapping presents, because you never know, I could wake up an 80 year woman tomorrow, the way things are going.
Goodnight. I'll see you in the morning...and I may or may not be wearing Depends, using bifocals, and looking for my dentures.