'Tis the season...

To have the snot freeze right in your nostrils.

I'm full of glamour, aren't I, kids? I sure am.

Nothing much to say, really. It's not that I don't have anything to write about, it's just that everything's such a whirlwind of sound and noise and shopping. Beautiful shopping.

I do love me a good bout of shopping. Especially with my dearly beloved Naughty Toddy. But first, a breakdown of last week for me.

Last week, I spent Tuesday night at Chapters. For those of you who don't know, Chapters is like a mecca for me. Okay, not really, not since Indigo took them over, but it's still one of my happy places. Me, I love books. Books are my favourite things. See, people win out hands down over things, but as far as things go, books are the greatest. So I went to Chapters and spent $120 in two hours. Yes, I can spend both that much time and that much money in a book store at one go. Sadly, only one of those books was for me. Well, not sadly, really. I mean, I got a good chunk of my Christmas shopping done right then, but still. No books for Wanda.

Wednesday I got paid, so St Teresa, Dancing Eric and I went shopping. Again. Got another good chunk of my shopping done there. Of course, by Thursday I was hurting. Badly. I mean, intensively.

Which is good news, because that was the night of my Christmas party. First I headed down to Queen St. to - You got it - Shop some more.

Then the party. Picture this: Six Quebecoises and me at a table. Drinking wine. The thing about Quebecoise women, one of the main reasons I took my new job, is that they're the most honest, and loudest women on the planet. I dig honesty. I also really like loudness. But picture the kind of table where I'm the quietest one there. Yeah, it really was like that. And it didn't really help that I was the only Anglo at the table. Oh, I can understand a bunch of drunken Canadiennes, but can I speak to them? Hells no.

Friday I came home and passed out. I mean, really, I was in bed by 8:30. It was wonderful.

Saturday, more shopping. Naughty Toddy and I decided to "steal" Cosmo's car and take it downtown. The only catch: Naughty Toddy has his license but hasn't driven in years. I drive regularly, but I'm not technically allowed to. It was fun.

We drove down to Bathurst, walked along Queen to Spadina and back. Me in heels. Finally, when I thought my ankles might finally give out, we headed back.

So, after Toddy nearly killed a bunch of innocent bystanders, I decided to take over the wheel. That's when the pickup truck decided that the front end of Cosmo's car was a good place to turn. But, Naughty Toddy, Dante the car and I all made it back to Scarberia safe and sound.

Sunday, which was supposed to be my day to sleep in and do laundry (One day I'll master the doing of laundry without having to get out of bed) dawned with my back and legs hurting and Mother Nature wreaking her own particular brand of havoc: -40 weather. For those of you who don't know, -40 is the only temperature where the Celcius and Farenheit grades actually meet. Nice, eh?

Of course, my parents decided that that was the perfect day to get to the New Age bookstore. And, I'm sorry, if my parents ask me to go somewhere with them, 9 times out of 10, I go. I can't help myself. Although the temperature yesterday certainly gave me pause.

And then today, back to work. Tomorrow, last ditch shopping. I still have Melanie, my boss, Heather, my co-worker, and an added something for my little cousin Alex. That's it.

And then comes wrapping. Yay!

Thus ends my third most pointless post to date. Feel free to search the archives for the first and second.

Love and holiday joy!!

xox...