I couldn't have asked for a nicer day

but if it were possible I would have given it a shot. I would have opted for Sunday since that's my other day off and housework would not predominate my need for fresh air and sunshine. I have the sliding doors cracked but it's just to chilly to have them wide open like I prefer. It's fine. I have monkey slippers and my feet give me the most hassle about brisk winds drifting through the house.

Has ebonics truly taken over the holidays? And on that note, is everyone ready for the holiday? Is all your shopping done? Anyone else want to beat the shit out of the next person that asks that? If I had every day off with nothing to do, I still wouldn't have my shopping done at a decent time. It's part resentment and part procrastination. That usually equals doing everything at the last minute. It's a working system for me so I'm not changing a thing. My Christmas cards are finished and that's a big old sigh of relief. I really get off on the whole card thing. Apparently the post office, grocery store and corner stores don't share my cardasm because no one has stamps. That's right, THE POST OFFICE IS OUT OF STAMPS. WTF IS THAT??? I can't remember the last time I went to the post office for anything besides postage. I'm shaken. It just confirms that the internet should be accessed and used for everything. Am I really just a rat pushing the lever for more food while freaking out because it just might deliver an electric shock *this* time?

Things have been happening here. The empty corner is not so empty. The back yard has an extended brick patio. The bushes and bonsai tree will be covered in lights by the end of today. There is even a stocking hung by the chimney with care. Clearly it's Jim's. We're even considering getting a puppy. If that's not a together crew, I don't know what is. Either that or little miss Annabelle, Lina or Billie is simply going to join the chaos. Is trying out all your puppy rearing theories the wrong reason to get that little bundle of malleable fur? I'm guessing it's the exact wrong reason to have a baby. Doesn't that make the entire thing slightly more agreeable in your head? Worry not, love is part of the master plan.

Am I the only person that gets water everywhere any time I do laundry? Why is mopping such a fiasco? That said, break's over. I'll come back and post all the pictures later. Maybe even tangent a bit more. Who's to tell?