Procrastination and smart ass is just in my DNA.

It's Christmas eve eve, so I've been told. It's also a Sunday and for that I'm not really sure what inspired me to hop on my laptop and start writing a post.

There's something about the fact that I don't have to work tomorrow, or any day next week, that makes me feel way more productive today.

Not to say I don't have plans to day drink in a little bit, because that is absolutely happening, but for now I'm here and I'm just rambling away. 

I'm a serious procrastinator. Always have been.

My mom once told me I couldn't go play with my friends until I "picked everything up off my bedroom floor".

First thing's first, don't ever tell a smart ass something like that. Even if the smart ass is, in fact, a child.

Second, I'm a procrastinator. Obviously a nap was going down before I began slaving.

And so, I napped and then proceeded to literally pick everything, my 6 year old self could lift, up off my floor. 

Clothes, toys, rocking horse, everything ended up on top of my bed.

Because that's the kind of smart ass I have always been. Though I don't really think at that point in time I was actually trying to be a smart ass. I'm pretty sure that was just the little shit I am was.

(word to the wise: don't Google images for "toys on top of bed")

Procrastination and smart ass is just in my DNA.

So, back to Christmas eve eve.

I've yet to buy my father anything. My mom's gift was finally purchased yesterday.

I still have no idea what I'm giving my father.

Last year on Christmas eve eve I did all of my Christmas shopping at a little store I like to call heaven, or Total Wine.

Mom got wine, father got rum, Whitney got vodka.

Bing bang boom.

This year I don't even have a plan of action.

Instead, this year I'm sitting here on my lap top writing out a Sunday post, which I never ever do, because I'm avoiding the glorious task of fighting the insanity that is present in every single store today.

Maybe I'll go take a nap.