I'm already defeating my vow to be less stressful this Christmas. It wasn't even intentional! I went to WallyWorld, wanting to pick up trash bags and one of those nifty kits I found last year that I made my Christmas cards from. No kits but tons and tons of grumpy shoppers. I made the mistake of looking around, trying to get a few ideas as to what to get the boys. Trevor is incredibly hard to buy for and it only gets worse each year. This year is no exception. *sigh* I set my expectations of myself way too high and I realize that but it doesn't stop it from happening. *** Last night with little sister C went well minus having to remind Trev about 12 times to chill his jets and stop walloping people with bean bags/poking them/blowing spit bubbles to gross her out. They watched The Pink Panther and I got halfway through House of Wax. Pizza was eaten and root beer was spilled. All in all, a success. I'm going to dig the tree out of the garage but it's not going up until the end of next week. Too much, too quick. Happy Sunday. N.