Well, Amazon better pull me out of my latest little jam.
So, shortest-possible-duck-version-of-the-story:
I didn't really start shopping for Christmas until about 2 hours ago. Now you all know me, I'm usually online 24/7, shopping shopping shopping, from the week before Thanksgiving, straight through.
I sat down to shop a couple of days before Thanksgiving. I looked at my credit card balances and said, you know, I really don't want to put more on my cards. Asked hubby to cough up one of
his cards. He said, you know, I really don't want to put more on my cards. (We've been working hard at paying these suckers down, moving things around for 0% offers, stuff like that.)
One thing and another, it's decided that DH will take cash out of the bank, go to real world stores, hand
green money over and buy the kids presents.
Fast forward to this afternoon. He pulls out the pile of presents. The very
small pile of very small presents. I felt like yelling,
You have got to be kidding me! I coughed and said well, maybe we have to fill in a little bit here and there. (He did get everything on their lists, which is important, but my kids make very small lists, and choose very small presents - like video games.)
He stands back and looks at the itsy pile (they get way more for a
birthday, FCOL) and says, hmmm, you have a point there.
Anyway, I'll be real world storing it, me thinks, for some cheap bulky things...but I did hit Amazon up tonight for some rush shipping books and such. (The man is in Borders at least twice a week for his own books. What was he thinking???)
My Amazon cart told me not to worry (said that "Don't worry!"), my stuff will arrive 12/24. (Don't even ask me what I paid in shipping,

. I had a $60 gift certificate and it was less than that and that managed to take some of the sting out, even though that's pure mental gyration.)
Andrea
who should have put the Amazon trip on
his credit card
