I've done exactly 0%. And I kinda don't care. I'm so tired that I'm sick with it.
'Bushwhacked'
Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I've bought one thing, aside from the gift I had last April.
Question for Christmas-celebraters: Did you have your own ornaments as a child? I always did -- family members gave them to me over the years, I guess, and I had my own ornament box from way back. So when I moved out on my own, my mother sent my box to me (with a sappy note!), so those are the bulk of the ornaments I put on my tree.
we made ornaments each year, so we have those all labeled. I took a big chunk of mine like 5 years ago to start my own tree with. Mac made an ornament last year and we are going to get a kit for this year on Saturday.
I meant I have only 1 more family gift to buy. I have not even sorted out any other gifts. I bought 90% online.
Which actually reminds me I should be buying ornaments for my young cousins etc.
The only shopping I've done was at the JPL shop (thanks to lori! Best place for spacey or space-inductees.) and...um one book. I've got another on the list. Crap.
Can't we just give goats?
Did you have your own ornaments as a child?
Sorta. There is the silver cat rattle my Aunt Carol gave me (seriously, gorgeous lines.) And there are the handmade picture decos that a family friend made. And then there are the ugly ornaments we made and have fond memories of. Really, "mine" was all about self definition beyond that. There are the swedish dancing dolls, the wooden flat painted angels from the other A family to my mom's, the plaster and cloth Santa that was dad's, the leather angels Aunt Carolyn made, the fugly bean on neon cardboard her daughter did. The slowly decreasing number of leaf-on-blown-egg my aunts made, the spray painted walnut shells. I consider all of these mine. None but the cat given to me exclusively, but all mine, as in my history.
And I'm not even talking about the mini-tree.
Most of the ones I made, my parents have kept, except the ones that were so ugly they'd never hang them! I also have a silver rattle on a ribbon.
We kept the fantastically ugly ones. To hoot like loons the next year. I'm still sad the dog ate my brother's ugly, heavy, INSANE shit-brown bread-dough lizard-thing he made as a toddler. The fucker had to be hung on the trunk, it was so massive.
Now I want to put up my tree (including Mrs. Rabbit who's been broken a million times and is missing one leg, and the ridiculous styrofoam ball one I made one year)! But instead I have to go to bed.
(so I can have v. cold moldable icepacks)Medicinal peas. Though I am going with the blocky one for rubbing (ouch!) and the gel for the plain icing.
And wishing I had vodka in the freezer for the rest.
Can't we just give goats?I would deGrinch if I could do this.
Why do I keep reading stuff by Christopher Hitchens? I know it's just going to piss me off.