Isn't this holiday over yet?Well, it's 7:30pm in Australia. It's 10:30pm on Christmas Island. So, ironically, the holiday is almost over in Christmas.
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Isn't this holiday over yet?Well, it's 7:30pm in Australia. It's 10:30pm on Christmas Island. So, ironically, the holiday is almost over in Christmas.
I opened the gift from my sister. It's a wool lined Levi's works shirt. :: scratches head :: Maybe she forgot I moved back to California. Seems a bit "wintery", even for those cold days. Not sure what to do with it. And it's army green.
Also, I think I was re-gifted from a friend. Not sure what to make of this: [link]
Made it through the night without going to the ER. Sis feels a little better today.
Met a nice lady with a boxer on our walk, so Frankie might have a playdate later.
Sigh. This year is the first one Dylan has had a clear idea of the holiday season, and he woke up demanding Christmas presents. The fact that at least half the toys in our living room are Hannukah presents he opened three weeks ago does not seem to be impressing him at all.
And it's cold and gray and everything is closed and I'm nine months pregnant and trapped inside with a stir-crazy preschooler who won't stop screaming. I hate winter.
Merry Christmas, or other appropriate holiday greeting, Bitches. The Girl is doing all the work while I'm still dealing with my post-viral yuk. It is very good of her. We both got each other Bill Bailey's new DVD, which says it all about us really. (It is a very good DVD.) Hope people who are sick feel better in time for the Queen's speech - never mind, you don't do that.
Cookies: for those who aren't my sister's fb friends, she named her gallstone Pete. Completely without knowing the etymology.
Hee! Glad to hear she's feeling a bit better. Wishing you both lots of health~ma.
Tag problem edit. Several times.
Oh, ugh, Jess, I'm sorry. The tail end of pregnancy is a weary enough grind without winter grayness and Dylan piling on as well.
And ongoing vibes to smonster's sister, and may Pete vacate the premises with a minimum of fuss on Monday.
{{{{{Jessica}}}}} Dylan, be nice to mommy.
TCG and I have opened presents. His stepmother called and said if we didn't want to we didn't have to bake the cake for today that I was up until 12:30 baking last night. And I am much more interested in snuggling up with my new copy of Salem's Lot than I am in spending another day being social.
Nice list: Bipolar CD player decided to kick in and play Vince Guaraldi today after not working right for weeks. Um, on the naughty list(Although the initial terminology was more...Milchly) the naughty Christians at the attendant agency that closed on Christmas Eve without giving my mother her paycheck. They might actually *need* God's protection if it's not in Monday's mail. My mother takes her paychecks *very* seriously. "In West Baltimore, you could have your friends beat him with a 2 X4, if you were in the game." I offer cheerfully, because I am a good daughter like that. She seems cheered so I go on to say in that scenario he'd feel lucky to escape with his life and limp away chastened. Luckily, the attendant thing is a second job. But we don't get presents yet. CD player still stops working and says "Error" about a quarter in.
Merry Christmas, Bitches!
Merry whatevers, darlings!
Yay for the CD player and Pete the gallstone behaving themselves, even if it is only briefly.
Not Yay, for paychecks not being dealt out in a timely fashion.
sj, that reversal on the cake is definitely grounds for a cream pie fight, if life were a black-and-white comedy.