My first draft for this post began, "Never marry a foreigner." Generally, I think it may be good advice, but because I would prefer to stay married (right now anyway) I deleted that little rant about an ungrateful spouse and buying Christmas presents for people I hardly know. Today, I pulled up my socks and hiked over to Borders. Amazon didn't have the book I was looking for for my BIL. I found it there--after quite a search in the sports section. Then I decided to buy my FIL an Images of America book on Gettysburg. And even though he doesn't deserve it, I bought the Ball Complete Book of Home Preserving for the dude who made onion chutney for gifts this year (orange and lime marmalades last year). While I was reading Martini Made, I found the perfect solution for my nephew whose mother still hasn't sent me a list. (English people don't make Christmas lists, donchyaknow.) I am crossing my fingers that it arrives before we take off. It's going to be close, so watch this space. (I bought Cariboo, for the little boy who at the last visit was into pirates.) And I decided not to make any presents, except for the cards I made tonight (see below) and the felted wool eyeglass case for my MIL, the sweetest angel who somehow raised a real prick of a son. (Okay, most of the time he is a really great guy.) And I might not finish my Christmas cards because I think I am putting too much pressure on myself when I am going to be gone for a whole week while trying to get ready for Christmas.