Nothing like renting a shiny new Chevy Impala (well, I didn't exactly get a choice, it was what they had) and heading off to the wilds of Northern Virginia to do some Christmas shopping. I remember why I hate Target on Sunday afternoons...and why I love IKEA. There was also quite a bit of home-improvement shopping, in order to have a freshly-painted, completely color-coordinated suite of rooms in which to display the Christmas tree and Festivus pole.
Add to the painting, grocery ordering, cleaning, tree-trimming, silver polishing, light stringing, and peppermint mocha sipping a hefty dollop of billable hours, and I think I'm going to need to sleep until I turn 29. Which, conveniently enough, is only 10 days after Christmas.
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