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Ack!

Lots o' stuff to do this week and next. I looked at the calendar this morning and fourteen gazillion expletives milled around in my brain, jockeying for right of way in my mouth. I have ten, TEN, days to be done with just about everything I have to accomplish before Christmas, which if you know me, means that for every task I have to complete, there are 3 excuses to procrastinate. (I was valedictorian of my graduating class at Better Late Than Never University.)

So, while talking to my sister, I decided to jot down a list of things to procrastinate accomplish in the next TEN DAYS.

1) Finish Christmas shopping.
2) Wrap gifts.
3) Get cards finished and mailed.
4) Shop for remaining items for the Labor Party*
5) Write a gazillion blog posts.
6) Whine, because I have a sinus infection. Like I need that.
7) Pack for Operation Kick Cancer's Ass

You know, the usual.

Now that it's all written, maybe I should make an effort to work on some of it? Stay tuned, I'll let you know how it goes. Or doesn't go.

*Sometime between now and OKCA, my newest nephew should be making his debut, an event to which I am to take part. The easy part. The part that makes me very thankful for my impending menopause, thankyouverymuch. 

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