Procrastinator
I was in Target at 9:07 p.m., scouring for last minute gifts for my kids’ Easter baskets. Props to Target for clean aisles, GREAT customer service and cool stuff. I found bubble-blowing guns, plastic gardening tools and sample-size moon sand. Note the “outdoor” theme…
I hadn’t really planned on a big basket. Is there an equivalent to Ebenezer Scrooge for Easter? But tonight my five year-old added in his prayer, “And bless the Easter Bunny that he will come” and then I realized how important it was to him. Unfortunately, at this late hour, most of the Easter candy was picked through. (They were completely out of Whoppers Robin Eggs. Yikes!) I suppose that’s what I get for being a procrastinator. Lateness has served as a constant companion in my life. I don’t enjoy it, but have come to expect it. Did I mention I was even born a few days late? Maybe I can attribute my behaviors to that.
Score: Target 2; Wal-Mart 0.
I would have said only a Saturday night run to Target would qualify you as officially late, but then we put up our Christmas tree a whopping four days before Christmas or something, so you could say I’m a pro in the procrastination department.
LOVE the blog! I hope you don’t mind, I found it through Dianes, which I found through Lauras. I am a blog lover. I am so glad you use it for a ‘thoughts’ blog and not just a ‘my accomplishments’ blog. You are awesome.!
Angie