I finished my last Christmas projects yesterday. I made a pile of potholders for a few close neighbors and Miss C's preschool teachers. I didn't do anything fancy--just some cute kitchen fabric. I plan to give one of each to those on our list. After I had them all almost finished, I realized other people might not share my love of the color orange. I hope they like them.
I also finished wrapping all the presents last night. We will do a quick grocery trip on Wednesday for a few things, but that's it. It's so nice to be done.
My husband is extremely hard to buy for. He is pretty specific in his interests and hobbies, and I don't even try to get him gifts in those categories. Gifts for him are generally useful, but there is one gift I always give him that isn't clothes or something else useful--a Dilbert Desk Calendar. He relates to Dilbert and always enjoys the comics. I hate being horribly obvious in my purchase of this item, so this year I bought it from Amazon rather than the Calendar Club in the mall. The other night I asked the hubs to get the mail. He came inside with his calendar and a mangled box. It seems the mailman was too busy to just drop the box by our step so he shoved that thing into our lock box so tight that it was impossible to get out from our side of the box. My husband had to open the package inside our box to get everything out. He came inside a bit sheepishly and showed me what happened. He then proceeded to tell me that he already knew I had ordered it because Amazon makes recommendations based on what you just purchased. He happened to notice what I had been browsing for. I knew this. Why didn't I think of that? Stupid mailman! Stupid Amazon! So much for Christmas surprises. I still wrapped it up even though it's not a surprise at all.