So this is Christmas…
Doesn’t feel like it yet, though. I haven’t done any holiday-focused shopping, and as Norman-Rockwellian as it may be, I only really get in the spirit when there’s snow on the ground. A guy in the elevator this morning yelled at me for wearing a scarf and mittens. “Don’t you know it’s spring?” he said. All very confusing. I’ll get shopping soon enough, I think. Kinda know what I want to get people.
Condo’s coming together nicely. It’s about 80% there. My family is coming over on the 25th, so the plan is to have it ship-shape by then. I don’t think I have room for a Christmas tree right now, so maybe I’ll just pick up a festive poinsettia plant and hope the cat doesn’t poison himself with it. Nothing says “merry Christmas” like a kitty puking on the carpet. God, what a horrible thing to say. Perhaps I’m being influenced by the Christmas-inspired episode of House I watched last night in which Doctor Crabby Pants celebrates the season by OD’ing. Warm and fuzzy it was not.
I think I need some Christmas chocolate…haven’t yet had any on my traditional favorites yet this year. After Eight, Ovation, Quality Street = Awesome. The upcoming week or so will be very celebratory, with a couple parties this weekend and hopefully a gathering with all the Heart Lake people next week. I’m betting that someone will have a box of After Eights that I can hover around. (yes, that’s hover, not Hoover.)
Oh, and the first entry in what I hope will become a regular segment here,
Most overtly sexual line of copy written this week:
“Make sure the nuts are well lubricated before you tighten them by hand”.
Sheer poetry.