Bah, Humbug!

Dearly Beloved and I went Christmas shopping tonight.

Yech.

Please don't get the wrong idea. I love the people we were shopping for.  The things we wanted to get for them are things they would love to have.  We pretty much took care of our list.

And that's the rub. I hate Shopping With a List. It turns into a job. Whether it's a Christmas list or the dreaded Finding an Outfit for an Occasion, it becomes a pain.

Now I am the Queen of Browsers.  Give me a cute gift shop, a bookstore, an antique emporium, a pottery store, a boutique, even a big box store, and I will putter around for hours. I will even meander through a mall as long as my wonky knees will hold out.  If I find something I like and want by sheer serendipity, that's fun--it's the thrill of discovery and the joy of surprise.

But Shopping with a Purpose is just plain work.

And I am wiped out. I am going to bed with a good book.