The Stockings Were Hung ...

The only thing I haven't done is the cards. Maybe I'll do New Year's cards. Maybe I won't. We've received more Christmas cards this year than I can ever remember. I feel guilty for not sending them this year, but that is Snapfish's/Walgreen's fault this year. I had 100 cards in my hands on Saturday, but the photo finishing was terrible. I declined to purchase them because I wasn't sending atrocious pictures of my beautiful girls across the countryside.

I need the economic reporter for the Today Show to make an appearance in the Atlanta malls. She was bemoaning the fact that there were no people in the malls in the Northeast - hello, blizzard? - and dooming and glooming the economy. I personally dodged my fair share of people in several malls, fought traffic with the best of them and stood in amazement as I watched customers four and five people deep at the counters of Tiffany's.

Prep seems to think she's going shopping tomorrow. I'm not sure why or for what, but I don't think I'm going to be with her. I'll be looking for a red velvet cake.