In case any of you out there are last minute Christmas shoppers like myself.

I mean, no, that wasn't me you saw out at the mall this morning at 8am...  Must have been my evil twin.

Or in case the big Santa man is still listening, I have put together a list of things I wouldn't mind seeing under my tree this Christmas.

I mean, I already have my two front teeth and a hippopotamus wouldn't fit well in my apartment, so a girl has to come up with some other suggestions.

So in what has become the most hip of hip things to do, I spent a large part of my time in this past week wearing my most ugly of sweaters.

It warranted such comments as "I don't want to offend you, but is that your ugly sweater?" and "I just LOVE your sweater!"

In the last case, the woman was serious and thought it was actually a cute sweater and I have serious questions about her fashion sense and also her sanity.

But the most fun time I wore my ugly sweater was when I wore it without pants.

Isn't that always the way it goes?