It is dreary here today and I am SO READY FOR THE HOLIDAYS TO BE OVER!
I mean...all the candy and the celebrating and the what-the-hell-day-is-this fog and confusion.
I'm going to take the tree down today. That should take a good ten minutes.
It's gray. It's warm. It's December 29th. The boys are going to come spend New Year's Eve with us. They want to cook steaks. Well, Owen does. Gibson doesn't care. Yesterday I gave him a piece of bread out of the oven with butter on it. He kept coming back into the kitchen for reapplications of butter. I'm not sure he ever did eat the actual bread.
And I never did go to town yesterday. I discovered an entire bag of flour I had forgotten I'd bought. Plus, one banana. Crisis averted! But I think I have to go today. Not just to the store but to the library. I HAVE NOTHING TO LISTEN TO WHILE I WALK (if I ever do walk again) DO LAUNDRY, SWEEP, WORK IN THE YARD, COOK, ETC. ETC. ETC.!
Forget bananas and flour. THIS is a crisis.
Mr. Moon is taking back the earphones he bought us for Christmas. Two pairs. One for him, one for me. The box said in big honking letters: Guaranteed Never To Hurt Or Fall Out!
I have no idea if they ever fall out because they hurt too much to keep in. Mr. Moon accused me of having weird ears until he tried his.
I'm sure it'll be all easy-peasy to take two sets of earphones back to Best Buy today.
How's that for random?
How are you surviving these dead, deadly last days of the year?
If your answer contains "chocolate" and/or "vodka," then come sit by me.
Love you...Ms. Moon