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Who are we kidding here? We all know you're not reading blog posts today.
Thursday, December 20, 2007 No, you're out, dragging your kids through mall corridors, praying to God/Allah/Athena/Holy Mother of Starbucks/SOMEONE PLEASE! that they keep their way overpriced holiday outfits on long enough to take one freaking photo with the musty smelling Santa outside Old Navy.
You're downing double-caf nonfat peppermint white mochas in an effort to survive last-minute present shopping in Target with your mother.
You're baking some fussy little desserty thing you saw Giada fix in five minutes but have devoted an entire afternoon to attempting even though you will inevitably stop off at Trader Joe's for a big bag of Moose Munch, of which you will eat half and dole out another quarter to the sobbing child in the carseat, on the way to the party.
You're seriously thinking about wrapping up the same half-zip cashmegora sweater you bought the hubs last Christmas just to see if he realizes he already owns it or even recognizes it as last year's big ticket item at all.
You're avoiding holiday hell at all costs by surfing for your own little mommy goodies.
But honey, I know you're not paying attention to posts. That is, unless it is 2:30 a.m. and you are out of those little reindeer adhesive tags. Or possibly, you are one of those Rachel Ray types who got all the shopping and wrapping done and presents put under the tree, all by Fourth of July. And then I despise you and think you should not be reading this slack-ass mommy blog anyway, so move along.
But just in case you are here needing some kind of diversion from the fourth Black Russian you've downed during the Peanuts Christmas Pageant show, here's a bit of what I recommend but clearly have absolutely no time or holiday-wacked energy to read myself (or very thoroughly anyway). But dudes, it looks funny, and that counts for something.
Give yourself some ammo for Christmas Eve dinner with the NRAers you're related to by law alone.
There it is, kittens. That's all you need.
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