Mr. Knevel took pity on my frantic Christmas state and gave me two hours (he didn’t have) to power through 90% of the wrapping. He’s been working like 70+ hour weeks….dealing with massive impossible dead lines….yelling at people like Scotty to Captain Kirk “We can’t push it any harder!” except his accent is English and he’s talking about network servers and not star ships. Then he comes home to me being all HELLLLP and boo-hoo-hoo about bows and our photo card needing to get printed. He’ll likely do 80+ hour weeks next week just to avoid being in the house with me.
In an additional shout out to him I complained my (fake) black UGG boots had worn through both heals and I’d love a pair for Christmas. Not only did he hear what I said he returned home with a new pair….identical to my old ones (sans holes) and I nearly wept with the miracle I felt occurred. Really. They were the right size and everything.
So least one thing is done and for a nanosecond and I can walk around in non-leaking (although ugly) boots. I will be happy with that. As long as I don’t think about the cards or all the cleaning I need done by Tuesday night. Although I could get creative and make some sort of party game for my guests out of folding the laundry or timing how long it takes them to un-stick themselves from my floor. No game can be made out of the state of the bathroom….except perhaps Name that Bio-Hazzard. Perhaps not so festive.