After this weekend's sappy love fest and huge bummer of a mistake (no, no, my friend getting married was not a mistake! I swear, I believe in all that googly-eyed sappiness) I am SO ready for my long weekend trip to NYC with my girl Miss Nobody. Everyone do a little happy sun dance for us please 'cause shopping in the rain is no fun- but it can be done. Don't get me wrong. Nothing, nothing will stop me from shopping.

Eek.

Tomorrow is my last day at work. Sadly, I have been lured into their trap and will still be around to bug all my former co-workers, who keep continuously asking me when I'm leaving. Next time, I'll remember not to give two month's notice.

And I'll revel in my week off and then I will cry myself to sleep next Friday night because I didn't get to pick up a pay check and every day after that until I get my sorry self working again. NYC will be my last hoorah until Christmas, which will then consist of my family and friends receiving handmade gifts (and y'all thought I was just crazy when I started taking up crochet and embroidery. How many crocheted scarves do you think I can make in two and a half months?)

This trend of making things for Christmas presents really started last year when I presented Nick with an ugly pair of fish shaped cufflinks that he so proudly and nicely wears but I know it's really only to keep me happy. Oh, honey, you just wait for this year. I actually have a pretty thorough list of things I'll be making this year. He'll be thanking his lucky stars when I give the hand embroidered, days of the week tops to my sister and not him. But can't you just imagine your man prancing around in his Calvin Klein's embroidered with little flower laced Mondays? Funnneeee.