*collapses in a heap*

The presents are bought, the shopping is done.

I stuck the last bow on the last gift-wrapped box tonight and threw it in with the other gifts under the (fake) tree.

Threw out all the sacrificed wrapping paper that didn't live up to my visual measurements.

Baked the cookies and ate half, left the plate and a half-glass of milk in plain view of any curious four-year-olds.

Bought sixteen double A batteries and loaded the camera.

Hoped against hope that whoever invented that damned bird that speaks 45 phrases if one so much as breathes on it, that my daughter just had to have, gets locked in a room with a dozen sugared up four-year-olds, all with their own talking birds. *stink eye*

Thank God it's almost over.

Thank God.

Merry Christmas, flist.

See you on the other side.