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Well, I did it. I ripped open the massive box full o' presents, re-organzied the gifts into three smaller boxes, packaged and addressed them. Then I ran to the post office after a very long day to mail them. Remember I said it would cost 40 pounds unless I did all this? Well, after all my efforts, I saved 3 pounds. THREE! Talk about not worth the bother. But I did it, they're mailed, and turns out TODAY was the last day to do so with a "get there by Christmas" guarantee, so congrats to those receiving gifts, your meager presents will arrive after all. Bah.
Do elves take steroids? I think they must, because as I recall from days of believing in Santa, elves are supposed to be tiny little fellows. How then do they carry enough gifts for every child in the world from their workshops to Santa's sleigh? They MUST be roid freaks, because without some sort of controlled substance in their systems I don't see how the little buggers could do it. I'm 5'4, which must mean I'm nearly twice their size, and carrying presents for 200 families nearly broke my back today. Honestly, I think I've carried and lifted more things in my 6 months at Quaker Cottage than in my entire life before. There's always furniture to be moved, groceries for 50 people to be carried into the bus and back out again, children that are too tried to walk, fat babies that simply can't walk, tables that need to go into other rooms, and heaps and heaps of trash that must be taken up two flights of stairs before they find their final resting place in the outdoor bins. In short, my arms are tired as all hell and I wish I were a heck of a lot stronger.
Still on the Christmas topic, no more than 5 minutes ago I stole a tree from work. We have two Christmas trees in the playroom, one in the upstairs After-school room, and one in the mommies' therapy room. So, seems to me that unless we're planning to put one in the kitchen, then the tree that's been sitting undecorated in the hall for a week now doesn't have much of a purpose. So, I've given it one, and it now sits in our living room, waiting for bulbs and tinsil. (Which, if I find none of in our closet, I will have to go steal from work.)
I leave for Paris in exactly two weeks! Imagine!
Ok, I think if I go any farther this will become even less interesting, so I'm going to stop now, play some Christmas music, and get started on the tree. Kylee and Rachel will be so suprised when they get home! I just hope they aren't mad they didn't get to help, or upset that I've resorted to stealing in the name of Christmas. But I'm sure neither will be the case.
Do elves take steroids? I think they must, because as I recall from days of believing in Santa, elves are supposed to be tiny little fellows. How then do they carry enough gifts for every child in the world from their workshops to Santa's sleigh? They MUST be roid freaks, because without some sort of controlled substance in their systems I don't see how the little buggers could do it. I'm 5'4, which must mean I'm nearly twice their size, and carrying presents for 200 families nearly broke my back today. Honestly, I think I've carried and lifted more things in my 6 months at Quaker Cottage than in my entire life before. There's always furniture to be moved, groceries for 50 people to be carried into the bus and back out again, children that are too tried to walk, fat babies that simply can't walk, tables that need to go into other rooms, and heaps and heaps of trash that must be taken up two flights of stairs before they find their final resting place in the outdoor bins. In short, my arms are tired as all hell and I wish I were a heck of a lot stronger.
Still on the Christmas topic, no more than 5 minutes ago I stole a tree from work. We have two Christmas trees in the playroom, one in the upstairs After-school room, and one in the mommies' therapy room. So, seems to me that unless we're planning to put one in the kitchen, then the tree that's been sitting undecorated in the hall for a week now doesn't have much of a purpose. So, I've given it one, and it now sits in our living room, waiting for bulbs and tinsil. (Which, if I find none of in our closet, I will have to go steal from work.)
I leave for Paris in exactly two weeks! Imagine!
Ok, I think if I go any farther this will become even less interesting, so I'm going to stop now, play some Christmas music, and get started on the tree. Kylee and Rachel will be so suprised when they get home! I just hope they aren't mad they didn't get to help, or upset that I've resorted to stealing in the name of Christmas. But I'm sure neither will be the case.