So my mom called me on the phone, and the conversation went something like this:

Mom: “Okay, so I finally found those stockings at 6:30 this morning. They were in the closet! In the vaccuum bags! Can you believe it? Anyway, I got some presents wrapped for under the tree. Make sure the girls don’t fight about them. I didn’t put the bows on so they wouldn’t get squished, so those are seperate. I dug out that quilt you wanted and I tossed in the wall hanging, just in case you have a bare spot you need to fill. Oh, and I also found some other things like a couple placemats and I picked you up something else from Avon, just a little thing and call Carl and let him know you’re up and he’ll bring the stuff over and are you *sure* you don’t need me to take Emma or make you supper and… wait a minute, are you rolling your eyes at me?”

Me: “Hang on Mom, I have to pick something up off the floor…”

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And then Carl dropped the stuff off and inside the little thing she got me was the most cutest thing ever – An Elf Clothesline, with all the little elf suits and accessories pegged to a cord, so I had to totally take back the eyes rolling right out of my head and across the floor.