I did not even vaguely attempt to do any holiday shopping before Friday afternoon.
After rampaging about the Bay Area for what seemed weeks but really amounted to about six hours (pretty good considering I don’t know my way around) I finally had it all covered.
Exhausted, I shoved the loot in Jen’s bedroom closet, closed the door and turned the latch.
Not realizing that the satisfying click meant that I had actually locked the door.
Or, more importantly, that said lock has no known key.
Jen was highly amused – in all the years she has lived here it has apparently never occurred to her to turn that particular knob.
This is now officially the Christmas Mommy Hired the Locksmith to Liberate Our Gifts.
Ho ho ho!