
I love giving, but I hate shopping, and yesterday was no exception. Humiliation the first: I had to buy Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen for my niece. And I had to ask the guy at Best Buy where it was. (It's in the Disney section, in case any of you are similarly niece-afflicted.) At least when I bought the damn thing the cashier was nice enough to ask, "Uhhh ... this is a gift, right?" Thank you, cashier-guy, for allowing me to wrest back a modicum of dignity.
I was able to buy a bunch of stuff from my list, but there are miles to go before I wrap. Tragically, I won't be using my card for purchases this Christmas, but I think I will be using this little shopping-list keeper. I'm just dorky like that. (And yes, I am the girl at the grocery store who walks around with a list and a pen to check items off with. I like lists, okay?)
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