the 16-year-old girl in me...

What a wet and dreary day ... I love it.

Last night we braved Arden Fair Mall (here's a tip: $3 valet parking in front of California Cafe) and made our purchases for the Sacramento Children's Home. Kim & I had picked a 16-year-old girl as our recipient (because, as we both agreed, we still are 16-year-old girls at heart). On her list: A Disturbed CD, black knee-high boots, black socks and a Target gift card. I'm not a Disturbed fan, but how could I not love this girl and her need for black knee-high boots and a Target gift card? I just think back to when I was 16 - life was hard enough without having to think you're not getting anything for the holidays. I would've wanted a Cure or Cocteau Twins CD when I was her age - but othewise, I totally get it.

Anyway, I'm officially done with all of my holiday shopping - which is not to say that I didn' t lag again this year and have to pay extra shipping charges on a few things. But at least they were two or three-day rush charges and not overnight rush charges like last year. So we'll consider that a victory and call it a day.

Tonight=baking, loud music and generally enjoying the fact that once I get home I don't have to leave the house again until it's time for work tomorrow. The only thing that isn't good is the fact that our DSL is still out and I really don't have the energy to call up PacBell to complain.