Tee hee hee! Just a little over six weeks until SWOOP Day!
Winter break will have started and Mommy will be Christmas shopping down the hill...and then...
Swoop! I fly into Ontario about lunchtime!
Swoop! Mommy scoops me up from the airport!
Swoop! We land at Cheesecake Factory (or somewhere equally scrumptious)!
Swoop! We dance right back into Christmas shopping, giggling in the car, getting lost in the wrong parts of town, seeing Christmas lights, and buying goodies for people we love!
Yes, I am giddy over the thought...I can't WAIT!
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Swoop! You'll race past any other opportunities to eat, despite your growing, gnawing hunger!
Swoop! Right by the restrooms!
Swoop! Back to the store you were in sixteen stores ago because the jacket that you thought in the first store was perfect really is perfect and none of the other fifteen stores had it, or had it at any better price!
Swoop! It's Mom's version of the forced death march! Only Christmasy!
But I kid. I know you'll have a bunch of fun. We're excited to see you at some point, too...
Okay, I vote Liann is now dying laughing at your version, Michael! So true!
Sounds so fun! I can't remember the last time I went Christmas shopping with anyone!
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Oh my word.
Michael is so right.
Swoop,stop at Nordstroms to get that inbetween jacket that Kathie NEEDS to go from Idaho bitter cold to California mountains close to bitter cold. I don't think she has the full length pseudo suede in taupe (or is it beige? No this one is desert stone. No this one is tan. No, this one is more like camel. This one won't do, it is more like hazelnut. This one is almost the right color, but the lapels are so big -- BUT WAIT! Perhaps there is a better one at Burlington coat factory. Probably not, but you must check!
Swoop! Go get a latte. The mommy giggles and snorts some up her nose. We don't know why. It just happens.
Swoop! To the BCFactory...no, I was kidding. There are 600 other shops on the way. Perhaps some electronics? Yes! Eschew all sense of direction and efficient mall walking. Hold in all substances consumed. And consume more caffeine.
And if they go into Bass pro shop...well, I would call search and rescue but naturally, they will both have every imaginable resource available to spend the night there-of course tents are provided, but I bet one of these two(most likely both) won't need any of that for they carry it all--every resource imaginable, in their purses.
So what do they really need? A sherpa.
It sounds gloriously, ridiculously fun.
I am totally cracking up! Which is what Mom would be doing too if she were with me :)
And camping out at Bass Pro Shop...what a good idea! Hmmmm...the possibilities!
And to think that I was planning to invite Joanna, Liann and Corrina on our glorious, ridiculous fun adventure!
Hmmmm...let me ponder...
Uh oh...
I hope this isn't like the, "Well, we were going to go have a nice dinner, but now it's all over" incident.
For the record, I'm the snotty one who started it off, and Joanna had no part in it. :)
It's amazing how much you start to look forward to coming home, even if only briefly, once you move halfway across the continent.
I can't wait for my whirlwind ride on the Christmas Roller Coaster of fun. Of course, I don't have time this year to shop, which leaves me with greatly mixed feelings. On the one hand, relief - shopping on the last few days before Christmas is miserable, especially given my hatred for shopping in general. On the other hand, I feel disappointed, since this means I have to do my shopping in Lansing - a place whose lackluster shopping mall experience is surpassed by nearly every strip mall in Southern California. Sad, huh?
Oh well, see you in a couple weeks!
Sounds like super fun excitement! I'm hoping very much to see you at some point in your swooping trip :) Tell yer brother he has to have a Christmas party again! Yes, I realize I could just have one, but, ummmm...hmmmm...
I'm up for it, if other folk are. More than happy, 'cause I don't gets me enough party action.
Now if only I could get Kathie down here for a murder party one of these years...
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