I just wrapped my first Christmas gift. Well, actually, it's Dear Husband's gift. He has a haircut tomorrow night, and wanted to take a gift to his stylist. We all recognize that wrapping gifts is not DH's forte, so I lend a hand where I can.
While I wallowed in misery today (due to my cold), I spent some time ordering Christmas gifts on-line. I took care of three women who help me in my capacity at the office for our masonry company. One woman is our CPA's assistant, and the other two are employed by supply companies. Dear Husband takes care of the gift certificates for our general contractors, and I take care of the support staff.
We had to make a trip today to pick up two lap quilts Elegante Mother had machine quilted. While we were out, I stopped for gift certificates at Panera Bread for our postal carrier and UPS man.
I found two gifts for one of my nieces, three for Dear Husband, and one for one of my sisters. I was really booking, despite the cold.
We had left overs for dinner tonight. I put the disaster potatoes back into the oven to see if heating them longer would help. It didn't. DH thinks that there must have been something wrong with one or more of the potatoes that I used. The sauce was really tasty, but the potatoes still seemed half cooked.
Tomorrow, I'll be mailing one of the Quilt Rooms in a Bag that I talked about in an earlier blog. We found a woman who had been sent to the Chicago area when so many were evacuated after Hurricane Katrina. I'm still looking for a recipient for the second bag. They showed part of an 80 mile stretch of the Gulf coast in Mississippi and Louisiana, and it looks like they've hardly made a dent on what needs to be done. I can't believe the Federal government has not stepped up to help get them back on their feet.
Christmas decorations are very slowly starting to appear here. I took down the Thanksgiving wreath and put up one of fresh greens. I bought wreaths with burgundy bows to slip over the carriage lights. I need to decide whether I want to decorate the mailbox pillar, and if so...how.
Office work, laundry, dishes...you know the drill. I'll be glad when I feel better.