Stupid Carrie Story

Because I know you all care SO much, here is my stunning living room, in all it's Christmas decorated glory.

So I'm out Christmas shopping again today, and I walk out of the store and go to my cute, black, Toyota Sequoia, Colin (Firth, not Creevey).  I open up the back, and stand there openmouthed, stunned that all of the packages that I'd bought so far this morning were GONE.  I stood there thinking, "I've been robbed. (*insert big bad words*) Someone stole all of those Christmas presents. " (About $300 worth...  It was a sickening feeling.)  Then I thought, "Why does my car smell like french fries?  I haven't had any french fries.  And what is all this crap spilling out of the storage compartment?"

Long story short, it wasn't my car.

Mine was parked two spaces down, locked.

*headdesk*

I closed the back of the imposter Sequoia, and left quickly.  

airmidm, I can fulfill one of your Christmas list wishes, but I'll need that address.  :D

reenie1, I just need to get a box and go to the UPS store.  :D

We're about to get a buttload of crappy weather...  Sunday night there's supposed to be snow, ice, sleet, more ice....  *glares at mother nature*  Can't it hold off?  I've got stuff to do next week!  (Update:  The house is coming along:  there's sheetrock, the brick's done, and they're texturing the walls.  It's conceivable that we may be in by next December.  Just kidding.  But it'll probably be March.)

The in-laws have the kids.  We had dinner ALONE.  'Twas lovely.  :)