I am really sticky. I have white stuff all over my shirt, arms, and face.
I don't like to avoid innuendo, but really, it's just peppermint pieces. Deb, my mom and I just finished our pretzel/chocolate/peppermint goodness to hand out to neighbors, friends, etc. Crushing peppermints is exhausting and tiring, especially the ones we had. Mega-durable.
Presents = done. I need to finish a few things, but if they aren't done, it's no huge deal. I'm just glad that I got so many great presents without spending too much money. It's no secret that most of my presents came from the Free Book Bin at work, and many of the others came from the crap that came out otf the storage closet (it was to be donated to Goodwill, I was told that if I wanted it, it was mine, so HA. Embezzlement my butt). I did buy a few presents. There were certain things I wanted to get for people that you don't find dusty in a closet or sitting in a free book bin. But, I spent fairly little money and did well.
I also have one more (late! sorry!) Christmas present for reamens which he's known about for months, and I just forgot to give him. I guess it can wait till he comes back, though.
I also have presents on the piano (where we keep all the presents) for Sara, Indira, and a coupe other people that I didn't get a chance to give yet. Those presents will also be late, and I'm sorry :(
But enough about presents. Tuesday we're having a *latke* party with old-school Abrams friends. The ones we used to hang with 15 years ago. We're making all kinds of latkes including sweet potato, spinach & cheese, and sveeral other interesting flavors. It's a shame that all latkes are disgusting.
I won't be eating any at Chabad's Chanukah party either, but I will be attending tomorrow. I wouldn't go if it was at the Chabad House, but they're doing it at Lake Ella. Plus, we can score some free gelt to give out Tuesday (heehee). I'm wearing my hair straight tomorrow so when my dad introduces me to all the 50 year old Jews he wants me to date, they'll want me (I think the straight hair is hotter than the curly). They still won't be able to have me, of course, but it's nice that they will see that.
I've resigned myself to the fact that I'm not moving in till Wednesday. Le Sigh, and oh well. Atleast I'm moving :)