gallons of gelatto for Tom. Hope the baseball hamster goes away for Emmett.

The money hamster stuck around for awhile. As per usual, looking at the money plan for this month, it looks solid in the light of day, just not ideal. and that is what makes the money hamster squeel.

I prefer gelato. or sleep.

I refuse to look the money hamster in the eye this month. I've bolted his little fucking squeaky wheel in one position, let him run all he wants. OTOH, thank heavens for some of the sales going on right now. I cleaned up on some really impressive presents yesterday and kept it well within my budget.

I have done really well this year. I have not over spent. - and I should get everyone's gifts out before I have to overspend on shipping . so the money hamster is stoopid. he wants me to wait- but that would cost more money.

Oh, I will undoubtedly overspend, as I do every year. However, I feel like I've gotten good value for what I overspent on! Hee.

I need to spend some time shopping on line SOON. I hate shopping. I'm hoping that some diligent searching will yield some savings.

Today I need to decorate (and clean).

I'm off to shower, finally. Since we've already had enough snow to cause major traffic back-ups from accidents, I figured it was time to put new tires on the car so I didn't become part of the problem. I've got a 3 o'clock appointment and I figure I can do a little more Christmas shopping while they work on the car. It's gonna be crowded, which sucks, but if I can finish off the major gifts today, I'll be happy.

If I cry and scream and yell in therapy, will you buy me a gelato?

Hell, I'll take you to Italy.

My money hamster is a dead, bloated corpse stinking up his cage.

Ha!

Mine is a quadraplegic who insists on entering marathons.

Hi, all. How's tricks? Damn, it's cold today. And grey. Ick. I am still in my warm albeit ugly nightie, with a cat on my lap. I have to buy lingerie, ER mascara and work and then go to a bachelorette party after the theatre.

You know, I never thought I'd say this, but b-ette parties are starting to get BOR-ing. This is my fourth b-ette party this year, and on 12/30, my last wedding. Of 4.

STOP GETTING MARRIED! People, please. Hold off for another year, ok?

If I cry and scream and yell in therapy, will you buy me a gelato?

Only if I get some too.

with Ben that a lot of times, when I get to the root of his stress, part of it comes from what he thinks Scott and I are going to think. Usually, we're much more mellow than his imaginary version of us.

Heh. I never ever knew when my parents would be just as I expected and freak out, and when they'd randomly be completely mellow. Usually, they were very stress-making, but sometimes (like when I wanted to dye my hair at 13, or when I put a dent in teh car the very first time I took it out) they were totally laid back. Other times (like when I accidentally smashed the down-spout on teh house by running into it with the car...) they were wayyyyyyy uncool.

ER mascara, Erin? Is that like, a brand, or an emergency?

Also, I made sure (now that I don't have cable, sniff) to set the antenna to get UPN most clearly, before I left for my trip, so I could get VM and ANTM. And it still came in all fuzzy. BOO.