Deck the Halls with Boughs of Holly, Tra la la la la la la la la. Is though how you spell boughs? I don't know. Sorry for all the holiday stuff but that's just the way it's going to be between now and New Year's. Fact of life. Well, fact of my life...

I'm very cranky at my boss today because he won't leave early, thereby allowing me to work on Christmas Cards for the afternoon. I'm such the slacker at times. It is slow going right now at work so I'm not that much of a slacker. And I'll be busting my butt tomorrow with the Friday report of doom. Sooo...

Last night I was up until 1:30AM baking and all that good stuff. And lugging all the gifts and treats in today was lovely. My Lord & Taylor bag busted its straps the first block and I got to carry the damn thing in my hands. Than an evil woman on the subway was pushing me into the bar on the end of my seat causing me to lose circulation in my leg from the hip down. But nothing can dampen my Holiday insanity. I have gifts for friends and my secret santa. I have egg nog cookies, fudge and bourbon balls for our Econ Pod holiday party, everyone else is getting excited. There will be Santa Hat wearing. There will be photos of santa hat wearing. There might even be Christmas music.

I'm also FINALLY getting Christmas Cards. I think I like getting Christmas Cards as much as I do gifts. It's fun to hear from folks I haven't heard from in a while and to just catch up. Plus I like sticking the cards all over my wall or, as I currently do, all over my bed frame. Now if I could just finish the remaining 60 or so cards that I have to send... I could do that if my boss would just leave early today though. Just so you know.

Back a million years ago I experienced two women I referred to as Touching Temp and Touching Temp Two. They worked near me and ALWAYS had to touch me. Drove me batty. Whenever they had to talk to me for any reason, they'd come over and touch me while they were talking to me. One time Touching Temp came up right behind me when I wasn't paying attention and put her hand on my bare (I like a good tank top from time to time) shoulder and leaned right into my ear. So creepy. I jumped a foot. Ugh.

I'm a very touchy feely person, but I just hate people touching me when I don't know them. You have to earn my love and respect (or at least lust) before you've earned the right to put your hands all over me. Hate that unearned touching.

Anyway, today we have a Talking Temp in the area. No matter what's going on, she wants to chat. I put my headphones on (usually a sign that you don't want to talk and just want to deal with your work) and she still tried chatting with me. At one point when I was ignoring her, she threw a paper clip at me. She. Threw. A Paperclip. At Me. Because she's five apparently. I just don't care for her chatter right now. I want to do my work, get my Christmas Cards done and be on my way to Hawai'i. She seems very nice and interesting and all, but hush up, woman.

I'm such a hateful person. Y'all should stop being my friends.