feet in different slippers.

Christmas in... five days. A week, to be techinal (not counting week ends). And, quite frankly, my family has no idea what the hell we are doing.
I just really hope someway I can get an opportunity to introduce Ben to the fam-fam (not parents, more of the siblings/in-laws type of fam-fam). I mean, Geez, give me a chance.

Anywho. Presents (of the scarf variety) are being finished and handed out early. Some will have to wait. Yesterday I had received gifts of my own from Cath and her family. Very exciting. They exactly what I like (Starbucks chocolate, Jones Cream Soda, Victoria's Secret perfume, freshwateer pearls, and so much other sweet, darling stocking stuffers. Not to mention a hand-glass blown orange Les Paul figurine of which I adore).

Unfortunately, I have not received a single rose nor iTunes gift card. But I shant raise my hopes to high. I've learned not to have great expectations. Somehow whenever I do, they are shot down most unkindly.
There seems to be a pattern here.