I have no god d*mn clue what i'm going to do for Christmas, or birthdays (cause those ALL come at the same time).  I mean, I never have an idea, but now I can't go visit my family in Boston (when we could REALLY all stand to be together) because I got seasonal employment.  So I'll at least have cash to burn for gifts, if I could only figure out what gifts to give.

We're all at that age now where we don't need "stuff."  We don't have everything we need, but we need to purge and organize more than we need to add on.  I never ask for anything, I usually get money (which I rarely ever spend on anything) and gift cards.  I don't like how unfestive that is, but at the same time... I know the stuff that would really make me smile is stuff that no one would know to look for.  Too specific, too inside baseball.  I wouldn't even know what to get me, I almost never splurge.  Heck, I got new slippers and pants and it felt indulgent.

We used to get Em hedgehog stuff, but now that Daisy's gone, we can't do that.  Too soon, too sad.