Priorities

We returned from visiting the in-laws to discover that Ms. Impelled's arrangements for Santa 's delivery of several large presents had gone awry.

Shortly upon our return, we got this call:

"Hi, it's your neighbor, I am so sorry we forgot to help with that delivery."

"Oh, don't worry about it. Thanks for looking after the cat, we really appreciate it."

"Well, sure, but I'm so sorry we spaced that delivery thing."

"Look, we managed it no problem, the kids will believe anything. Now, if we had found the cat dead on the kitchen floor from dehydration, that would have been traumatizing."