This morning I’m getting a badly needed haircut. My bangs grow so quickly that I look like a sheepdog if I don’t get them cut every 4 weeks.
After that I must do the following:
-Pick up birthday gift for my Dad
-Return stuff at Staples, and have copies made
-Drop off a donation for the food pantry
-Return library books
-Drop off mail at the post office and buy stamps
-Go to Bed Bath & Beyond to buy a Christmas gift before my coupon expires
-Go to Hallmark to search for “Pillow Pets” which both of my children have decided they would like for Christmas (stupid commercial television! I think these are ridiculously overpriced, but the kids can’t seem to come up with anything else they want)
-Get groceries (oh yay)
-Return crappy photo prints to Target and complain, and also buy shower curtain liners, nursing pads, Gatorade, and other necessities for DJ’s birth.
Those of you who’ve been with me for a long time will remember that for me, shopping ranks right up there with talking on the phone, so you can imagine my feelings about all of this. I’m not thrilled, especially since DJ still insists on thrusting his tiny little feet as far into my ribcage as they’ll go. I’ve been trying some yoga poses to encourage him to move, but so far, he’s unbelievably stubborn. He pushes so hard that my lungs feel like they won’t expand completely, and wandering around a million stores while wheezing and puffing on my inhaler isn’t really my idea of a good time.
I wanted to mention that I still have 5 Christmas cards left, so if there’s anyone who would still like to participate in the exchange, please send me an e-mail with your address.
And now I’m off….wish me luck!
