It’s Friday, my lovely friends. We’ve made it- gotten through the whole week and we’re staring down the weekend. The snow continued overnight, and there’s a festive layer of it around the windows’ edges. Shawshank shoveled the steps while he had his morning smoke.
We were supposed to go to his boss’s house last night for the shop Christmas party. Unfortunately, due to the weather, she postponed it to tonight. We opted to switch our regular Friday dinner date to last night. The snow closed our regular dinner place, and we walked to the restaurant near our house instead. I like their fries a little better than our regular place, but the buffalo chicken wrap would be loads better if they put it on the griddle and toasted it.
Almost all of our Christmas gifts have arrived. We’re both waiting on one more item for each other, and both gifts are running late. I wrapped Shawshank‘s things, and the gifts for his family. I didn’t even label them anything, as the difference between gifts is obvious. I hand wrapped everything I’m giving, while Shawshank opted to let Amazon handle that. Thankfully, neither of the cats has taken any more than a passing interest in our gifts. It’s much easier to hide two gifts from Chaucer than to hide an entire pile.
I’ll check the status of Mom‘s gifts and order last minute things for stateside people this afternoon. Maybe I’ll take a nap in case I need to be social and friendly tonight.
