It is definitely NOT Tuesday. It is Monday again.

I woke up an hour late to find a super sexy fever blister on my face. I arrived to work to a computer that was locked and all of our IT people were out for the morning. I realized that I still have 13 people to shop for on my Christmas list and only one night to complete the task. I sat on hold with the pharmacy for 41 minutes to be hung up on and then 30 min later be told that my prescription cannot be filled. The meeting I have been preparing for for days, was canceled 30 minutes before I was scheduled to leave. I just confirmed attending a Christmas party tomorrow night that I forgot about until the call came in for the head count. Ahhhh!!!

Its the most wonderful time of the year...

Louisiana…It is 76 degrees in December and I’m hobbling down Magazine Street with a broken foot in a boot and Chloe. I have a list, but one of mostly just names without any ideas beside them. We parked on an end where I have not shopped before and it was a haven for children's toys, and while a tad overpriced, very unique kids gifts. Somewhere between the “bubble gum factory” and the “Make your own Tutu” kits I snagged, the lighted store fronts offered us a tiny gust of Christmas spirit. I finished over half of the “kid gift” shopping in about an hour and a half. The only problem is that now I have to shop for the adults. Regardless, I love Christmas and am fighting my usual tendency to go a little overboard. So in the spirit of the holiday and a minimalist approach to the art of finding the perfect gift; the one that screams at you instead of catches your eye as an afterthought, I am going to enjoy the shopping, decorating, baking and even my #1 on the “if you were on a desert island” drink-hot chocolate EVEN IF it is all while wearing mini dresses and sandals.