My Christmas shopping is done amen halleluja can I get a witness up in here.
I returned my rental car this morning, sad to see the adorable black ford focus go back to it’s home. I liked having it. Popping out to Wendy’s when I was having a spicy chicken sammidge attack was fun. And how useful was it to swoop down into boystown on a whim for an extra bottle or two of my favorite lube (Liquid Silk)?
That said, parking was nightmarish at best. Driving was fun, yet without the radio Christmas carols to even out my temperament, I might have targeted several SUV’s and crashed into them on purpose. Yes, I hate SUV’s. No, I’ve never driven into anyone on purpose a-la-Kathy Bates in Fried Green Tomatoes. However, when I am old and rich, I am sure it will be a possibility.
This evening in my post Japanese bliss (class is at 7) I will spend the night listening to Christmas music and wrapping presents. Of course, the most fun will be playing with the cats and all of the wrapping paper trimmings. I might even consider bringing ribbon back into the house this year.
On second thought, my monumental ribbon works of art adorning each of my apropos gifts last year were summarily disposed of by one very bad pair of naked kitties. In some ways I cannot blame them for finding such intrigue and mystery in the flawlessly curled and intricately knotted garnishes. However, I can blame them for deciding to explore just how delicately flavored Walgreens ribbon actually is. With needle like teeth, they gnawed each beautiful creation to bits, leaving the wrapping paper as pristine as newly fallen snow.
Talented, but naughty. I’ll skip ribbon this year after all.