The Last Thing I Hid

I’m so glad that BlogHer’s prompt today is one I can write easily.  NaBloPoMo is coming to a close in three days.  I will be happy to continue blogging daily very regularly, but the lack of pressure to HAVE to crank something out daily will be welcomed.

Anyway — BlogHer wants to know what the last thing I hid was.  That’s an easy one.

I was on the phone with my Mom yesterday afternoon when she reminded me that she and my Step Dad will be arriving late tonight to stay for a few days.  I wasn’t at home while we were on the phone.  In fact, I was sitting in the Shopper’s Drug Mart parking lot, waiting to go in looking for someone’s Christmas present.

When I got home, I looked around my kitchen and realized that because I’ve been pro-active with my Christmas shopping, I subsequently had both my Mom’s and Step-Dad’s Christmas presents just laying on the kitchen table.  (I’ve been trying to avoid getting trapped in malls and stores when they’re painfully busy — no Black Friday shopping for this girl!  I’d curl up into the fetal position and cry like a baby.)

So I hid them.

I will not reveal my hiding place, cuz my Mom and Step Dad both read this blog fairly regularly… not that I think they’d go snooping or anything… but that’s the last thing I hid.

Have you started Christmas Shopping yet?  Over at Olive To Run, there’s a debate waging about whether to decorate before or after Thanksgiving — being Canadian, Thanksgiving’s been over for a month and a half, but I’m happy to announce that I will be putting up my decorations tomorrow after school/work (they’re the same thing for us teachers, no?  Doesn’t feel less weird to say ‘after school’ to a bunch of adults, though).  It’s tradition to decorate with my Mom, and with her here, I am so stoked.


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