Going on two shots of espresso and two large cups of drip coffee. . . great I wonder if I'll explode. I have been building up a tolerance as I get free coffee at my place of business. Not really a good thing considering I tend to work in the eve'n times. 
As a rule, during business hours we are required to play Christmas music; this now includes an Alvin and the Chipmunks rendition of "Blue Christmas", "Christmas Comedy" and my personal favorite "Kitten Christmas" which features a chorus of kittens mewing to the classics. It actually sounds more like someone has locked them under the stairs for twelve days and is poking them with a sharp stick. . . ahhh the holidays. Anything to spice up the old classics I suppose. After hours is another story however.
I've got the shakes.
This guy behind me is dominating the conversation. He seems to be the only one talking. Either that or the others are very quiet and slipping their comments in under my radar. His flow of speech seems uninterrupted.
Ive recently decided I am a hat person. I don't own many or even plan to buy any but I am in full support of their existence. I hope my support of this campaign doesn't backfire.
My dad is remodeling his house (well others are) and it is going to be a stretch to get it finished before the Christmas Celebration. Last night he was hanging out in the garage because he can't walk on the floor. When he wanted to go to bed he would climb in the window and only travel from bedroom to bathroom. Basically he's a hobo. "Honey it's time to open gifts! Would you mind coming in through the window? Oh and help your grandmother, she tends to get stuck on the way out!" Good thing Grandma's not comin' this year. . .
I was a GoodWill the other day and I bought a flannel plaid button up shirt (gap kids XL boys section); its for my lumberjack look. My friend insisted on buying this "ornament" which was a person-like creature with wire wiggly antenna, a bug shaped body, wings and a water bottle marked "jitter Juice" More than scary. He hid it in my house. I found it yesterday, I had just gotten up and groggily opened the fridge to find it staring down at me. . . better than coffee. Merry Christmas indeed you sick f*ck that designed this thing, merry Christmas indeed.
Once again my attempt at making my Christmas gifts failed miserably. I never give myself time. 'Oh yeah I can make 12 scarfs in 3 days.' Whatever, I made one and I am proud.
Merry Christmas Blogging Losers and A Happy New Year!
As a rule, during business hours we are required to play Christmas music; this now includes an Alvin and the Chipmunks rendition of "Blue Christmas", "Christmas Comedy" and my personal favorite "Kitten Christmas" which features a chorus of kittens mewing to the classics. It actually sounds more like someone has locked them under the stairs for twelve days and is poking them with a sharp stick. . . ahhh the holidays. Anything to spice up the old classics I suppose. After hours is another story however.
I've got the shakes.
This guy behind me is dominating the conversation. He seems to be the only one talking. Either that or the others are very quiet and slipping their comments in under my radar. His flow of speech seems uninterrupted.
Ive recently decided I am a hat person. I don't own many or even plan to buy any but I am in full support of their existence. I hope my support of this campaign doesn't backfire.
My dad is remodeling his house (well others are) and it is going to be a stretch to get it finished before the Christmas Celebration. Last night he was hanging out in the garage because he can't walk on the floor. When he wanted to go to bed he would climb in the window and only travel from bedroom to bathroom. Basically he's a hobo. "Honey it's time to open gifts! Would you mind coming in through the window? Oh and help your grandmother, she tends to get stuck on the way out!" Good thing Grandma's not comin' this year. . .
I was a GoodWill the other day and I bought a flannel plaid button up shirt (gap kids XL boys section); its for my lumberjack look. My friend insisted on buying this "ornament" which was a person-like creature with wire wiggly antenna, a bug shaped body, wings and a water bottle marked "jitter Juice" More than scary. He hid it in my house. I found it yesterday, I had just gotten up and groggily opened the fridge to find it staring down at me. . . better than coffee. Merry Christmas indeed you sick f*ck that designed this thing, merry Christmas indeed.
Once again my attempt at making my Christmas gifts failed miserably. I never give myself time. 'Oh yeah I can make 12 scarfs in 3 days.' Whatever, I made one and I am proud.
Merry Christmas Blogging Losers and A Happy New Year!
8 comments:
But you bought that hat this summer, right? From Flood Clothing? Do you wear it? I wore mine up until October when it became too cold to wear the clothes that complemented the hat...I'll dust it off again in spring. Until then, I'm wearing a lime geen hellyhansen...
i wrote you a letter and will mail it tomorrow...please excuse the lateness of your little tchotchke...
Merry Christmas, my love! Your friend is hilarious; it reminds me of all the times I rip out strange pictures from magazines and tape them to Michelle's ceiling/bed. The effect isn't so great now that she kind of expects a new picture of a cat holding its crotch to be there every single day.
I love my hat!! I wear it as much as decent, and try to give my other hats attention so they dont feel left out and overshadowed. I am not sure how I feel about the cats grabbing thier whosits. . .I'll let you know.
I mailed both your GIFTS today, my little way of extending the holiday. . .they will be arriving on their own sweet time. I hope both of you had a lovely holiday full of everything you wanted it to be. . . .lovies
I just noticed that you are a Pastry Distributions Expert and I am a Concessions Distributions Engineer. Our jobs freaking rule.
Hello my dear! Did you get my package? (BWAHAHA...i am SO a 14 year old boy at heart!)
I am writing a 'nother letter to you today full of stories. Man I lead an exciting life. I spent my vacation as a Couch Supervisor and Senior DVD engineer (Code for sitting around in my jammies watching movies, but the language dresses it up some, dontcha think?)
Loves!
I think those are both important positions (snicker. . .I also apparently have the mind of a 14 yr old boy. . .oh well) I got your letters and G-O-ergous earings . . .I love that you name them. did you get my package and letter?
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