ho ho hum
I finally got the tree up, no thanks to the dogs who thought that since I was on the floor trying to sort branches that it meant they could crawl into my lap and stay there. Little dog Ollie fits nicely but Rocco the wonder dog is so big, he doesn't actually gets into my lap, rather stands over my lap and refuses to budge until I lull him into a drooling lump by rubbing his chest. And speaking of Rocco the wonder dog... His gorilla girlfriend Eloise Matilda has another fan, our black cat chloe who now sleeps curled up on Eloise Matilda, who, being a gorilla, is black as well. So Rocco the Wonder dog comes trotting down the hallway one night and his butt is even with Eloise Matilda when Chloe reaches out and snags him. Talk about a dooley. Rocco nearly jumped out of his skin. I wonder if he thought Eloise Matilda was getting back at him for all those humping parties he dragged her to. It's hard trying to explain to the dog what happened when you are laughing so hard you have to pee.
So, the tree is up and I wonder when it got so triangular. This is a tree we've had forever but I don't remember it being so... so... perfectly triangular and the tree topper that I thought would be so perfect a match to the gaudy garland and the clay covered balls basicly makes the tree look like it's wearing a dunce cap. So I thore gaudy crap around the base of the topper turning it into a birthday hat. Sheesh.
And I worked on making my Christmas cards. I had a brilliant idea... or so I thought that looked like crap when I made one and so scrapped that and started over. I have my elements ready and now have to assembled them and the comes the hard part of figuring out who I'm sending to. I think I got a total of three cards last year. I gotta get some friends but haven't a clue as to how to go about it.
Christmas shopping is done only the husband wants to spend more, except he doesn't hae an idea what he wants to buy the sons. I say why not let it stand where it is now when only $1 separates the total of one son's gifts from another? Besides I hate shopping and cannot face another store.
Speaking of stores and shopping, I went out last Tuesday and I swear the selections looked like I was in the stores the day after Christmas when everything was picked over and gone. I was in Target and kohls and Kmart and it all had that weary bare shelf look. I wonder if the stores got one shipment of stuff for the holidays and that is it. I did overhear employees of a dollar store discussing the fact that they weren't going to be getting any more Christmas stock in. And this was on December 8. Well I guess when Halloween stuff has to shift over to make room for Christmas stuff what can you expect. I suppose I'll be seeing choclate Easter bunnies in January.
The husband keeps asking what I want for Christmas and what I would really like is for him NOT TO ASK ME A SINGLE QUESTION for one whole day. Sometimes I think the man found a stash of question marks somewhere and thinks he has to use them all before they grow stale. I wouldn't mind so much if I didn't think that I have to answer him. Working all those years in a library has left me unable to let a question remain unanswered. Or if when I did give an answer the husband would file it away in his head instead of asking me the same question two and three times. He says it's easier to ask me than to take the time to think if he already knows the answers. A few of today's gems were. Can you vacuum up artifical tree needles? Is it raining? Is there anything in the dryer? And my all time favorite 'What is this?" That last question is usually asked when I am a) out of the room b) with my head stuck in the oven/ornament box/grocery bag and my butt in the air c) or when whatever he's looking at is so small I couldn't see it if it were under my nose. I also like, 'are their clothes in the dryer?" When I haen't benn in the laundry room for days and is this milk bad. HInt.... milk doesn't usually have lumps. Some days I get peppered with 15 plus questions before lunch and am only able to finish answering a thrid of them, before aother question comes my way, trips me up and sets my feeble braincells along another path.
I wonder where I could get a supply of declarative sentences for him? Cedtainly not in Target or Kohls or Kmart... those shelves are sad.
So, the tree is up and I wonder when it got so triangular. This is a tree we've had forever but I don't remember it being so... so... perfectly triangular and the tree topper that I thought would be so perfect a match to the gaudy garland and the clay covered balls basicly makes the tree look like it's wearing a dunce cap. So I thore gaudy crap around the base of the topper turning it into a birthday hat. Sheesh.
And I worked on making my Christmas cards. I had a brilliant idea... or so I thought that looked like crap when I made one and so scrapped that and started over. I have my elements ready and now have to assembled them and the comes the hard part of figuring out who I'm sending to. I think I got a total of three cards last year. I gotta get some friends but haven't a clue as to how to go about it.
Christmas shopping is done only the husband wants to spend more, except he doesn't hae an idea what he wants to buy the sons. I say why not let it stand where it is now when only $1 separates the total of one son's gifts from another? Besides I hate shopping and cannot face another store.
Speaking of stores and shopping, I went out last Tuesday and I swear the selections looked like I was in the stores the day after Christmas when everything was picked over and gone. I was in Target and kohls and Kmart and it all had that weary bare shelf look. I wonder if the stores got one shipment of stuff for the holidays and that is it. I did overhear employees of a dollar store discussing the fact that they weren't going to be getting any more Christmas stock in. And this was on December 8. Well I guess when Halloween stuff has to shift over to make room for Christmas stuff what can you expect. I suppose I'll be seeing choclate Easter bunnies in January.
The husband keeps asking what I want for Christmas and what I would really like is for him NOT TO ASK ME A SINGLE QUESTION for one whole day. Sometimes I think the man found a stash of question marks somewhere and thinks he has to use them all before they grow stale. I wouldn't mind so much if I didn't think that I have to answer him. Working all those years in a library has left me unable to let a question remain unanswered. Or if when I did give an answer the husband would file it away in his head instead of asking me the same question two and three times. He says it's easier to ask me than to take the time to think if he already knows the answers. A few of today's gems were. Can you vacuum up artifical tree needles? Is it raining? Is there anything in the dryer? And my all time favorite 'What is this?" That last question is usually asked when I am a) out of the room b) with my head stuck in the oven/ornament box/grocery bag and my butt in the air c) or when whatever he's looking at is so small I couldn't see it if it were under my nose. I also like, 'are their clothes in the dryer?" When I haen't benn in the laundry room for days and is this milk bad. HInt.... milk doesn't usually have lumps. Some days I get peppered with 15 plus questions before lunch and am only able to finish answering a thrid of them, before aother question comes my way, trips me up and sets my feeble braincells along another path.
I wonder where I could get a supply of declarative sentences for him? Cedtainly not in Target or Kohls or Kmart... those shelves are sad.
posted by ---me--- at Monday, December 14, 2009
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