In addition to perusing the pain relief aisle, I decide to see if there are any good post-Christmas sales there, as well. I am hoping for Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, but all they have are the Reese's Peanut Butter Bells. Mentally I understand they are the same as the cups, but I cannot convince myself that cups are bells and bells are cups. It's just wrong, so I keep moving through the displays. I do, however, find several things on sale that I think will come in handy for next Christmas: bows, wrapping paper, tissue paper, and holiday cards.
That's right. Fresh off the heels of a ten-hour, post-Christmas power-sleep, I am already gearing up for next Christmas. Of course, I do not survive unscathed. My back and hip have been tweaking for about a week now, and somehow getting in and out of the car, I manage to completely throw out my right hip (which has been given to nasty bouts of bursitis before). Other than the fact that I cannot walk more than teeny steps and that the pain is so bad that it makes me nauseous, here's the truly ironic part of all of this:
