Last minute Santa letter

Dear Santa,

I know this letter is going out late, but I tend to think deliveries to the North Pole get high priority this time of year.  Plus, I'm still a journalist at heart, so I like the drama of barely making the deadline.  You probably know that about me by now.

Anyhow.  I believe I've been a pretty good girl this year.  I paid down some of my debt.  I kept up with most of my bills. I drank a lot of beer -- but it was good beer, so I think I get a pass on that.  I was really good about my fitness most of the time. I had a lot of rejection and while I definitely threw myself a pity party for each instance, I haven't completely built a wall around myself.  Yet.  

All that said, I don't need anything for Christmas.  I already have a fantastic family, awesome friends, ornery but lovable furkids, two jobs I enjoy, and hobbies to feed my passions.  I'm not sure what else could fit in my life, honestly.

But I know you need something to work with so, I'll provide you with a short list of "wants":

:: A new iPod.  

My current Nano only holds 8GB.  That's plenty for running, but I also use it to block out extraneous noise at work, and 8GB just doesn't feel like enough these days.

:: Vera Wang Rock Princess perfume.  

It's my favorite, and I'm kicking myself for not buying it in bulk because I cannot find this stuff anywhere. I figure you might have some connections.

:: Workout clothes.

Mostly pants and sports bras really.  I'm fine wearing old tshirts on top, although I am fond of some of the fun fitness tanks on this Pinterest board.

:: Coffee.

You cannot go wrong with this gift. I drink it daily and usually bring my own to work because I don't like the coffee in the office.  The darker the roast, the better.

See?  I really don't want much.  You'll notice I didn't ask for any books or beer (even though I love them).  That's because I'm kind of picky about my beer, plus I tend to only really drink socially.  And working in a library gives me access to lots of books, so I'm good on that front.

Safe travels, Santa!!

(P.S.  My furkids would like a cat tree. Or at least I would like one for them.)