I'm kind of enjoying the Holidays so far (hey, what's not to enjoy about Target?!). Maybe it's the lack of structure in my life right now, but I think I'm getting a little too into it. While in the past I've been known to call it The Annual Exchange of Crap, this year I've gone so far as to consider buying my therapist a Sigmund Freud action figure. Seriously, what use could she possibly have for a gag toy? Somehow, I don't think it would mesh with the Matisse print in her waiting room (not to mention that odd tray filled with sand and rocks...still unclear about its purpose). I have to say, I do get off on finding The Perfect Gift, even amidst the storm of crying children, banging shopping carts, and obligatory spending.

I have to say that my Christmas Tree goes down as one of the most adorable pieces of life cut before it's time to enter my apartment (it's staying till March).

Just for today, I can enjoy the holidays.