I have a 20 pound cat in my lap. (Okay, he's probably closer to 18. I'm rounding up.) It's hard to type with a large cat in your lap, so bear with me. And all mistakes are his fault.
I spent part of yesterday ordering Christmas prezzies, because like the nimrod I am, I forgot. I still have to order for the Moms. Their presents are picked out, but I didn't have the heart to add another charge to my account that day. I'll do it today.
Part of what I ordered was for the kids next door. I've never bought them prezzies before. I just wanted to. They're good kids. They're each getting a book and I found awesome books for under $10 each, so yay. I hope they don't already have what I ordered for them. And no, I don't get prezzies for my own kid anymore. She's 32. She can get her own prezzies. She gets a card, like everyone else. Maybe if I was rich, but I'm not, so there ya are.
I also ordered a book for myself. I bet you're like super-surprised there. What you might find surprising... or not as the case may be... is the book I ordered is on woodworking. Yes, I have been talking about maybe starting my hand at woodworking for a while now. The book might help with that. Oh, and I got a book for the both of us on art - famous art masterpieces in a coffee table book. Ho-ho-ho.
Speaking of Christmas, if you haven't seen the movie Fatman yet, you should probably do that. It stars Mel Gibson as Kris Kringle (aka Santa) and a bratty, mean kid hires an assassin because Santa didn't bring him what he wanted. And the hitman has something against Santa anyway. This version of Santa is totally badass. It's kinda gory there for a bit, but that's the kind of movie it is - an action flick for our times.
"No, Sawyer, you can't have my coffee, and get your tail out of my face." For the longest time, I wished that Sawyer would be a lap cat. I got my wish. LOL
Okay, that's about it out of me right now. I need more coffee. :wanders off:
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