Christmas Shopping

Is it too early for a Christmas post? Probably. I'm generally of the bah-humbug sort. I have friends who went shopping on Black Friday and while I'm sure they got great deals, seriously? Y'all are nuts! Crazytown. There is not a deal in the world good enough to get me close to a mall - or even a Target the day after Thanksgiving.
At first I thought I didn't like Christmas because my grandmother really "made" Christmas for my family and after she died it was impossible to re-create. I thought maybe it could be how commercial the holiday has become. Then I realized that while that is certainly part of it, the main reason I don't get along with Christmas is because I spend most of my time in a flat-out run trying to get things done and finish running errands and baking. And then there's the fact that I generally have to work Christmas Eve and Christmas Day so I'm scurrying around trying to get from one place to the other without being late anywhere.
And I hate the mall.
And I'm usually broke.
But this year I have a house to decorate and even though I usually hate that sort of thing I'm sort of enjoying it. I have also managed to get half of my list finished in the last 24 hours, thanks in large part to Amazon.com. Gotta love the internets.
Christmas Eve is on a Sunday this year, which means I will be off work by noon and can get ready for my family to (invade) come over at a more relaxed pace.
Theoretically.
Unless I'm still trying to clean and bake and have run out of everything I need all at once and need to go to the store on the way home and it takes three hours to get through the line because everyone ELSE also ran out of everything all at once. Then I won't be relaxed at all.

Five more days to be done with the old house. The husband brought a load over yesterday. We also got the stove from my parents and a couch from my grandmother yesterday so that's all of the "big" items that need to be in our house. I meant to get over to the old house but my mom and I went to the mall (bleh) to buy curtains. And there is a Target next to the evil mall, so to cleanse ourselves from mall air we decided to go. I found a TV stand for the den and a shaggy rug for the living room... though now Kerri will think I'm copying her. Which I am. But not in a 'Single White Female' kind of way.
But today I have to go back to the old house. The depressing, dingy, poorly constructed yucky house. I knew I hated that house, I just didn't know HOW MUCH I hated it until I spent serious time in the new, bright, clean, pretty house. Little things... like, the screen door is actually fully attached to the house. And there is room around the beds and tables to walk. The kitchen floor is not painted primer gray. And the windows open. And don't leak when it rains.

Question: Where should the yarn live in the new house?
Answer: Anywhere it wants.

Actually, I have a trunk in my living room that will do nicely. It has blankets in it now, but very soon it will be full of yarn. (Yay!)