e. e. cummings' christmas list

Do you guys realize that Christmas is in 10 days? And that I have bought not even one single present? Except for an alt.fashion Secret Santa person? And even that was supposed to be mailed last week, but is sitting on the radiator in the dining room?

I could be hyperventilating over all the shit I have to do. So I'm listing it using lower case letters, as that way my list seems cute and non-threatening and not nearly so overwhelming.

Ready? What Poppy Has To Do In The Next Ten Days:

1. buy shit
   
2. wrap it
   
3. send out the fugly Snapfish cards I ordered on December 12th. when they get here. which hasn't happened yet.
   
4. get all the crap out of the house, because what's the use of arranging cute decorating tchotkes around if there's clutter all over the place?
   
5. decide if I'm actually going to give presents to my family members--or should I use the tanking economy as an excuse to blow it off?
   
6. if the answer is "yes," do something about that. like I don't already have enough to do, sheesh
   
7. haul the tree up from the basement
   
8. decorate it
   
9. find the stockings. or are they in new hampshire? shit!
   
10. buy more lights for the yard. Four measly strands, two way over on the south side of the house, one strand of icicle lights along one of the two windowboxes, and one pathetic strand wrapped about halfway up a tree by the front door? Isn't cutting it.
    
11. do something about That Stud Muffin I Married's birthday, which is the 19th.
12. really, really, REALLY get on the treadmill, because the Grey's Anatomy-on-DVD-watching/wine drinking habit I've developed has turned me into a
13. lard
14. ass
15. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!