xmasfoo

So, I’m bugfixing today and my phone rings.

If there’s a surefire route to my mom’s affection, it’s making her all emotional at the holidays. Spoiling her daughter doesn’t hurt a bit, either.

I slid home on the ice this evening and was pleased to find a UPS slip for me amongst the constellation of delivery notices on the door. They told me they’ll be happy to bring me my Amazon box tomorrow during a time I’m guaranteed to not be home to sign for it again. I went to the website and requested to pick it up from them tonight; they just called to say they’re running slow with the ice today, so would I mind meeting the driver somewhere in the neighborhood?

Dude, I’m hoping it’s gonna be Dunn Brothers. That kills me. I’ll even buy them coffee; they’ve been out driving my present around all day, after all.

And my mailbox was packed full of cards and letters. I’m a total kid about xmas this year, I’m so excited. I found out today I’m hosting the family pre-xmas thang before we all head to gramma’s on the eve. It’s silly, but it’s kind of an honor. I’ll even go all-out and have something to eat besides tofu-pups and fruit.

OK, guessing I’m meeting Margaret, my UPS driver, at this weird shop at 40th and Lyndale. Is that across from Crema? I’ll buy her ice cream instead.

Jenni