Yesterday's shopping outing was unusually successful, considering that my shopping list consisted mostly of gift certificates. My first stop was at a nail salon, which was next door to a "relics" shop that I had never visited. After buying the DIL's gift certificate, I decided to poke my head in the relics shop, just to see what kind of stuff it was selling, thinking I might go back after Christmas to investigate more closely. But on a rack, right in the front of the store, there were stacks of metal signs featuring funny messages, some of which were "man cave" signs with sayings that were perfect for Son #1's new garage. I got two. Next door to that was an "overstock" store (which I'd also never visited) running serious pre-Christmas discounts. There I found a big space heater for #1's unheated man cave/garage. Score!
The one non-gift-certificate item on my list was a pair of shoes for Nanny. The shoe store had two - count 'em, TWO - pairs of shoes to fit Nanny's toddler-sized feet. One of the two was black, shot through with gold threads; the other was solid black. I almost got the black/gold ones. Nanny's got a sneaky quirky side, and there's a possibility that she might have worn the glittery shoes with panache, but . . . . I bought the boring ones and headed home.
Halfway home, I realized that I'd forgotten something, so I turned around and went back to town. While I was in the store, waiting in line to buy more gift certificates, rain started to pour down. I thought, "Oh, great . . . ," but by the time I'd paid up and was ready to leave, the storm had calmed to a sprinkle.
I drove home feeling highly satisfied for having accomplished all of my missions.
There was more gift-wrapping to do - mostly stuff I'd put off the previous day. I got busy and finished wrapping all of the presents that were here (there's a few more on the way).
This morning, Son #1 finally told me what he'd like to have for Christmas. The elves said they'd try to get it here by Christmas, but they ain't promising,
Today, I've got an appointment with my optometrist, after which I need to do just a tad more shopping and then pick up the grocery order. On my way home, I'll stop at a locally-owned grocery store for a country ham for Christmas breakfast at Nanny's. With that done, we should be good to go for Christmas.
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