Every year I insist that I am going to get my Christmas shopping done early. Of course I never do. That would be...almost...sacrilgeous. Or unpatriotic. Frenzied late-December shopping is as Christian American as apple pie and church gossip.
But still, this year, I tried again.
The kids' school made it easy with their fall fundraiser. They sold Virginia Diner peanuts, including Hokie Nuts.
Since one of my best friends back in Louisiana is a Virginia native and Virginia Tech alum, I bought her an assortment of Hokie Nuts. Even chocolate-covered peanuts.
They sat in their box on top of my kitchen cabinets until I got PMS.
Then I ate her chocolate-covered nuts.
I figured I'd just order more and complete the set again. But then I got depressed because I ate my best friend's chocolate nuts, and I dug into the other two cans too.
This resulted in a week full of salty nut innuendos around the Tuna house. And a lifetime of guilt for me.
So today I'm going to order more nuts. And hide them better from myself. (And order a whole set of backup nuts because I know myself too well.)