Tuesday, December 22, 2009

With A List Like This, Why Am I Wasting Time Blogging?

The stockings are hung. The tree is up and decorated. The house has all the trimming it's going to get. And that's where the things checked "done" on my To Do List end. Let's see...what still needs to be done at Chez Sara before a houseful of people come to bless us on Christmas Eve:

The tile is laid, but still needs grout. And the trim? Well, let's just say it will get put back on sometime in the new year. And that's okay because the 742 metric tons of crap that is in my dining room but belongs in the mudroom will get moved back and cover where the trim is supposed to be.

The 742 metric tons of crap in my dining room needs to be moved back into the mudroom.

Then the dining room needs a good cleaning and Christmasing up.

The house is mostly clean, but the bathrooms and kitchen still need a thorough scouring.

But that can't happen yet because I'm not done baking.

The carpets got cleaned yesterday and so far all traces of doggy accidents have been removed along with other mystery stains. I fully expect some of them to return. Probably in time for my guests to view them on Christmas Eve.

I still have some shopping to do. What? Stop looking at me that way. It's not a lot. I have most of it done, but there are some purchases that still need to be made. If you tell me that you finished your shopping in November, I will stuff my fingers in my ears, close my eyes, and sing "Lalalala! I can't hear you! People like you give Christmas a bad name! Lalalala! We can no longer be friends!"

I'm totally kidding about that last part. Oh, I'll still stick my fingers in my ears and sing "Lalalala! I can't hear you!" but I won't sing the other part. I'll just think it in my head.

And since I still have a few purchases to make, that means that I also still have some wrapping to do. The wrapping, except what my husband purchases for me, is completely done by me. The reason? I love my husband. I do. But his gift wrapping looks like what might be done by a blindfolded, fingerless gnome under the influence of great amounts of alcohol. It's not pretty, is what I'm saying. And he hates to do it, so I take on the wrapping.

I have to take Tilly to the groomer so that she can get Furminated and purty for Christmas. You cannot be a Christmas dog if you aren't purty.

And the neighbors still need their little gifts delivered. After I bake them. Ahem.

Also, I have to cook the Italian beef for Christmas Eve and do some prep work so that I won't have to do it then.

And finally, there's the laundry. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You and I both know that the laundry won't get done. We'll just have a Happy Commando Christmas. Now there's an image that I'm sure you're thrilled to have seared into your brain. You're welcome!

I know that things will get done. They always do. In the meantime, do you think that anyone will notice if the Bailey's Irish Cream Cakes that I'm baking are missing some of the Bailey's? I guess if I drink enough of it, I won't care if they notice or not. Heh.

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