"Dude," says I, "dude, there are two weeks until Christmas."
There are two weeks until Christmas! TWO WEEKS!
This is where I am on the gift situation:
Angel for Auntie:
I tragically keep making progress on these pieces so I keep thinking I can do it. People, I am no little engine who could. Do you want to take bets on when I will wake up and smell the chestnuts roasting on the open fire? I am thinking it will be on the drive to NH.
Plus, Christmas cards? None! They keep coming in the mail though. And when they do, they make me realize just how much there is to do still. So.much.to.do. And I suddenly realized that even though I don't have presents for at least three people (see above) I have no plans at all for my grandmother, old One-Eye (aka "sounds good since you had it fixed").
Can we invent a time machine? I'd like to go back to October and start over.
If you are uber-organized, please tell me what to do. I'm begging you: help me help myself.