Batty Tatter

Well, this is it. I can no longer be trusted to have to remember anything. Yesterday was hot, for Alberta. 80 F. That's 30 C. My husband (finally) installed the air conditioner. So, I decided to get out the old Magic Bullet and make some smoothies. I've never made them before. We live in an old trailer and my things are here and there, so as to make some space for our daughter. She's moved back in and I've made some cupboard space for her. So, her brothers room, that is vacant, has become storage for both daughter and myself. So, I merrily take a gander into the closet, searching for the blender. When, I happened to look up at some strange looking stuff on the top shelf. Daughter was beside me, as this adventure sounded interesting to her. I pointed up at said strange object and asked her if she knew what I saw. Nope. So, I pulled out one box. It was a Christmas present I had purchased for my hubby and forgot to wrap and put under the tree. Giggling, daughter and I presented the gift to hubby and wished him a Merry Christmas. Back to the closet we go, daughter still close behind. (Thought she might get lucky and get a Christmas present for herself). Hummm, what's that bag up there? Another 2 Christmas presents for hubby and a little something for daughter. We all had a good laugh and had a very nice "Christmas in July." While enjoying our newly installed air conditioner. And my very yummy smoothies.
So, if anyone teases me, I'm gonna say, I am no longer able to Christmas shop, as I'm too forgetful.