That's "Jingle Bells", kids. Well, at least at my house, it's Jingle Bells.
So- I went to Sephora today with my sister-in-law.
For me, Sephora is like The Promised Land. Wall to wall cosmetics, perfume, hair products.....*drool*
For her, it's like having bamboo shoots shoved under her fingernails. So she asked me to please, please be her spiritual guide and go with her.
Holy crap. Fashion Fair was freaking insane, yo.
AND Sephora? Out of everything on my Mother In Law's list. Bastards. Although there was an adorable little salesclerk who asked me where I got my necklace and who was wearing about the same amount of eyeliner as I was. He (not a typo) was hilarious, and a master of the eye-rolling to boot.
Still- I looked at all the SUV's and demon strollers, and congratulated myself on pretty much ordering all my Christmas presents online this year. I'm much too happy to have to deal with the crazy ghetto people who inhabit Fashion Fair mall. Especially at holiday time, when all their yuppie relatives come to visit.
Also, *insert evil laugh here* Alan's dad? For Christmas? Asked for ammunition. I swear.
I was aghast, but The Man said, "Oh, I'll just go to WalMart and pick that up on the way home from work tomorrow."
I didn't say, "You're going to WalMart? The day before Christmas Eve? You must be insaaaaaaane." I just gave him a pretty little smile and kept my trap shut. Hahahahahahahaaaaaa....I can't wait 'til he gets home to hear how that went. Although, I'm thinkin', big huge tall guy buying ammo at the Wal-Mart while wearing military uniform...people will probably just get out of his way.
Meanwhile, there's nobody I am mad enough at this year to use my "DIY escargot kit" idea on. But if there's anyone you know who deserves a box of live snails this holiday season, please feel free to use the idea yourself.