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w December 10, 2006

Slacker Christmas

Where would we be without online shopping? I ask you. I have actually managed to get most all of my Christmas shopping done while Peabo snoozes on my chest, so thank god for laptops as well. Fortunately the nephews and niece are teenagers, so money is all that is needed there; the adults on the list are getting donations to Heifer International for their "big" presents (socially conscious AND it doesn't clutter up the house), the kids are not being spoiled rotten, etc.

But then there are the stockings. Stockings are important, at least in my book...always fun, the first thing you open, blah blah blahdiddycakes...but do I want to drive all over town picking up tchotckes for three people? I do not. However. I discovered this fantastic site wherein you can buy pre-collated stuffer assortments based on age, gender, interests, or just customize your own stocking (which is what I did)...and then it all shows up on your doorstep and you pop it in said stockings, and Bob's your uncle.

Go here: Plumpstocking. I know that website sounds kind of gross, but trust me, it's worth it if you are having a slackass Christmas like me.

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