Gird Up Your Loins Folks! This Is Quite The Conundrum.

I am not one of those people that gets my Christmas shopping done by October. The majority of the people I know don't have any idea what they want til December and I am not the type that just makes a guess and runs with it. They have to give me ideas... and if they don't? Well then they aren't getting anything. What can I say? I'm just a giver that way.

Although...now that I think about it, this idea is something I think I could do and it seems perfect for just about anyone.

Anyway, as I was saying, I need ideas. So I texted my friend, Kara, today and asked her what she wanted for Christmas and this is the reply that I got:
" Hmmm... well Goodwill just picked me up for looking homeless so maybe some stylish new threads."

Um... Say what now?

This is the text that soon followed..
" Ok so we had to get money to do our laundry so we went to the bank across the mall to the atm. Well it's being serviced so you couldn't use it and trying to go through the drive-thru is a pain in the royal butt! So we had the choice to go to another branch, which is just SO out of the way! Or gird up our loins (I've never heard this saying but I quite like it. It's kinda catchy, don't ya think?) and tackle Target.
Picture it: Not showered for the day, still in pajamas (green plaid cropped pants and a purple hoodie), hair not done, cowlick hanging up the back (she really does have some awesome cowlicks), my lovely fashion accessory of a shoe (see here for explanation of that), complete with a black sock under the ace bandage... Oh! And bra-less!
So guess which option I chose? Target! Convenience won out, who would've thought?
So I steal Jana's (her partner through all of this) hair band and hobble into Target in all my glory! Then as I'm standing in line waiting for the douche of a lady in front me to hurry her feebleness along I realize my non-broken leg has hair peeking out. And it's full on making it's self known to any customer with in a five mile radius...
Anyway, as I'm hobbling out of the store Jana text's me and asks if I got kidnapped. I replied with, Yes, Goodwill picked me up for looking homeless (this is her way of saying, Bite Me!)...
Not a proud moment indeed!"

So here's my problem... She never really answered my question of what she want's for Christmas. Was this whole long text some sort of conundrum? Like, maybe she was hinting that she wants a razor, or possibly a waxing kit. Or was she insinuating that she wants a comb to keep stashed in the car for moments like this? I just don't know. And I certainly don't dare to clarify this by asking her 'cuz I am inclined to say she's had kind of a rough day. Ya know?

Maybe I'll just go with a roll of quarters...

(Authors note: I insisted Kara post about all of this so check out her site just in case she does)