And yet...

SOME accomplishment. All the presents (that we have so far) are wrapped.

No fancy tags-ribbons-and-bows matching the wrapping paper this year. No candy canes tied ingeniously to the packaging with raffia and mountains of curling ribbon. I'm just too lazy. I've resorted to wrapping things not because the wrap is the most appropriate but, rather, because I want to use up ALL my old rolls. My Christmas plaid used to be reserved for the men in my family (oh, soooo appropriate, trust me), but now my little baby niece has green plaid presents too. Whatever.

I was getting to the point where I would wrap something, then (once completely wrapped) I would forget what present it was and who it was going to. I think my brain is going. That explains everything.

Funny, ha-ha.

My boss and I were checking in at the hotel for the event we're currently doing. I check in...

"How many keys would you like?" asks the front desk lady in a heavy French accent...

"One please." I have never, to this date, locked myself out of a hotel room. (Knock on cheap particle board hotel furniture.)

"Wow, that's daring," says my boss, "You know how many times I locked myself out of my room when I was in NY for ONE night last week? Twice. I always lose my key."

I suggest that he should start stashing them around the hotel like the extra house key under the mat.

The front desk lady proceeds to hand me my single key and starts checking my boss into his room. She doesn't ask him how many keys he wants. She hands him two and says, "Here are your two keys sir, so you can start losing zem now."

I take an instant liking to her.