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december

It's really December. We're really two weeks into December.

Oh.

I suppose I should start my Christmas shopping.

I swear, I'm worse than the stereotypical man. I have bought one gift so far -- I ordered the book my mom wanted from amazon, since it isn't in stock (or even available for reorder) at B & N.

As I window shopped around the internet (ha - is it just me or is the idea of "window shopping" online seriously fitting and funny) I thought about how I could so easily become one of those introverts who does all her shopping from the comfort of her couch. No crowded parking lots to nagivate, no canned Christmas music blaring from speakers, no greedy little children shouting...


update:
By the way... I totally hit the  publish post tab before I meant to...

Comments

Shandal said…
Last year I bought all of our Christmas presents online. It was very nice!
Tina Lynn said…
Online shopping sounds like bliss...
MJenks said…
Pish. I'm done with my shopping. Well, after I buy a bottle of wine tomorrow. Shhh...don't tell anyone. I'm mailing it to my parents...
Nothing better than on-line shopping...

much love
Roni Loren said…
I'm all about online shopping. And I'm just as bad as you. I have two gifts bought. I'm thinking magazine subscriptions and Netflix gift certificates for all at this point.
jayme said…
PS your book arrived, its totes bitchin!
Betty Manousos said…
I should start shopping ! On line shopping sounds fine!
Thanks for your lovely comments!
hugshugs

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