Dean has a Ginger Bread House with Grandma event to attend on Sunday (his social calendar is fuller than mine) and Chris wanted to go deer hunting this weekend, so it made perfect sense that Chris and I would go up to my Grandma's house this weekend sans child. (Deer season is NOT for toddlers unless they have a full hunter orange body suit...and since I don't shop at Cabella's, Dean stays home.)
Chris could hunt, I could spend time with grandma, and CHRISTMAS SHOP BY MYSELF (I find any shopping by myself a remarkable idea). And yes, Chris could have gone up to my grandma's big game camp by himself to hunt...but I think the idea of spending an entire weekend with my dad, my uncle and my grandma was..well..maybe a bit daunting. Not daunting as in "scary" but daunting as in "Wow, I'm really used to more human like conversational skills" daunting. That and he'd have to fight for food. The male part of my family can be like scavengers. They look like a bunch of privates first class let on weekend leave in a whore house when it comes to dinner time.
So, I've been looking forward to this thing I've heard others refer to "alone shopping time", and now, I feel like crap. My head is stuffy, my ears hurt and my nose is runny. I am going to sleep all the way up north tonight. You can't stop me. And by god, I will shop alone this weekend. For more than just cold medicine!!
Have a great weekend everyone.