I sleep the sleep of the well-shopped
So I’m just about done with the Christmas shopping.

Don’t be alarmed – I’ll have to go to a store to pick up one last thing.

I’m not sure why people freak out about it so much. I mean, you have the Internet and FedEx – how hard can it be? Throw in some free holiday shipping and you’re golden. You don’t even have to wrap things. In fact, I made an executive decision not to wrap the stuff for the twins because they are 1 and don’t care.

The 10-year-old is another story – but her stuff is easier to wrap thanks to the Amazon.

I did do something a little unusual and got some stuff for the kids that I have to wrap and ship separately this weekend. Not a huge deal – and I did it because I got such a great deal and they’ll get tons of little packages. Everybody wins.

Until they ask me for an X-Box or something. Ask Cuddles for that stuff –she’s got more money than me. You can come to me when you’re in love or decide to become a vegetarian or paint your room black or something. I’m good for that stuff…

Deeps is just about all-set as well. I think I’m going to get him a gift certificate to a nearby spa – he’s game for the “Gentleman’s Facial.”

When men get all twitchy about stuff like that – I just don’t understand it. You get naked, wrapped up in a warm blanket that smells good and makes you feel like a giant man burrito. And then all the women at the spa coo over how interesting you are and then slather your face with stuff that smells nice and generally make you all pretty and shiny. Sounds like a good deal to me.