Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Chillax, Mom! You're making me nervous.

    "You're going to love what I got you," I said. "I mean, you'll really love it. And you'll REALLY love me for getting it for you. I can't wait to see you open it. Seriously, you'll be so excited...."
     To me, this is what you call building anticipation. Creating a buzz, if you will, for the opening of the gifts. To my daughter, it's an anxiety attack waiting to happen. I've officially taken a vow of Christmas silence until Saturday morning.  Xanax, please! 

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