What's up with Whatsit

This moment

At this moment I can't do anything about whether anyone does or does not like their present. The die is cast.

I should have gone to my mom's house, for general Christmas Eve purposes, but had too much to do. I'm including take a nap in that - heh heh - sigh, evil daughter, that's me.

This same Mom is cooking Christmas Dinner tomorrow, for which we will have to feel much guilt that she over-did herself and now aches in every joint and muscle of her body. However, all attempts to convince her to allow me to cook or go out to eat are useless: therefore, deafness will strike about the same time as the complaints.

My third load of dishes is washing. I'm good at washing dishes, not-so-good at laundry. What am I wearing tomorrow? No idea. I suppose I will throw something in the washer after I finish filling the stockings. Actually, it's not entirely my fault this time. My husband hid my presents in the dryer.

I wouldn't go to the stores tomorrow for anything. I don't see the appeal of going shopping with 8 million other people. Bleck!

Merry Christmas, all.