Thursday, January 1, 2015

Blogmas: Day 24-- Christmas Eve


In honor of the recently passed Christmas Eve, I thought I would share a little story with all of you, a story about the hot mess that was my Christmas Eve.  This, dear readers, was no ordinary hot mess-- no, no-- this was an epic, Lohan family-style hot mess.  Let me explain.

On Christmas Eve we were expecting two deliveries: one was a present for THE FOOSA (a new harness, she looks adorable in it, bee-tee-dubs) and the other was a parcel from Sephora that contained a present for my mom and something small for me (I had to make it to $50 to get free shipping, y'know).  Since one of us had to be at home in order to receive the deliveries, my mom volunteered me to do some last minute errand running while she did some of the pre-Chrimbo lunch prep work. 

If you're a late December shipping noob, let me tell you: being at any shopping center on the 24th of December is the ninth ring of hell.  The hellishness of last minute holiday shopping is only made worse by the fact that the city busses were not running on the 24th, a fact I conveniently forgot until I had been standing at my bus stop for more than twenty minutes.  The struggle dudes, the struggle.

Right after I managed to dodge traffic and skitter over to Target on foot, I got a call from my eye doctor's office informing me that my new specs were in . . . and that their office would only be open until one o'clock.  Mind you, it was already 11:15 am.  So, I hurried up at Target, dropped my purchases off at home, and managed to scurry to the eye doctor's just after noon.  Specs in hand-- or um, on my face-- I scurried back to the Target area and picked up some last minute food and a gift for my mom.  On my way back home (a three block walk, lightweight), I got caught in the obligatory Christmas storm and was sodden by the time I got home.

When I trudged in the door (remember, I was sodden), I noticed that one of our holiday deliveries had arrived but not the other.  I ate some lunch (tacos!) and took a bath to warm up before I checked the delivery status of my last package.  To my horror, I found that not only had the package already been delivered . . . it was delivered to my old address! 

I moved at the beginning of 2014 and after dealing with criminally insane neighbors and shady management at my previous residence and I have avoid that side of town ever since.  So, as you can well imagine, I was scared, mad, and horrified all at once. With my adrenaline running, I speed-walked to my former residence (a mile walk) in the pouring rain to retrieve my package. 

On my way there, I simultaneously hoped that the package would be out on the porch and I could quietly sweep in and grab my box and ran through scenarios for addressing aggressive former neighbors.  My fear kept me walking, my determination to retrieve a present for my mother (which was in the box) steeled my determination.  Luckily, I was able to saddle up to my former residence and grab the box without incident. 

As I made my way home, I was giddy with relief . . . I got the box and I hadn't been harassed, or chased, or arrested!-- thank you Sweet and Savory Baby Jesus!  When I got home, I gave my mom the gift I retrieved and settled down for a quiet, happy Christmas Eve. 

Despite all of the panicked walking I did this Christmas Eve, it was one of the best 24th of Decembers I can remember.



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