Hooray for me!
My toofises are cavity-free, still.
It’s so hard to tell if the dentist is happy (“What great oral hygiene you have!”) or disappointed (“Damn, no money in her mouth.”) Either way, I didn’t get a sticker or anything from the treasure chest of toys.
Dental Hygienist: And now we’ll floss.
DH: And do you fl-
me: no. And I have no excuse why I don’t floss.
Tomorrow is a day I am often on-the-fence about.
Annually, Steve’s Mom and I go to Pennsylvania for Christmas shopping.
The regular shopper doesn’t save that much, but SM has 28 (yes, twenty-eight) (yes, two-eight) (yes, almost thirty) people (yes, people) (yes, persons) (yes, individuals) to shop for. 28 PEOPLE. Pretty sure that doesn’t include her husband, Steve or I.
The good news is that we get most of the shopping done.
The bad news is that I do not want to shop for about four months after we’re done.
Not to mention it takes something stronger than a Blue Moon (read:beer) for me to deal with that much Christmas cheer.
Oh and SM’s sometimes uncanny way of saying she doesn’t agree with me on something.
SM: And what’s Steve want for Christmas?
me: (something from the list)
SM, high-pitched: Really?
me: yup, right here.
SM, disapproving: Hmm.
I know I haven’t mentioned it in a while, but I’m totally excited about my job.
Yesterday was punctuated with a pants exchange at Penny’s; and not in my favor.
For lunch, I had a tasty salad. Dinner was not so choice, but a) I had a migraine b) I had cramps c) It was almost 8 at night and I wasn’t about to make crunchy tofu.
Today I’m feeling better.
Past two days have been pretty hard on me… my DD kicked in HARD CORE and I was a pill. A big pill. Hopefully that’s behind me now.
Are you a Holiday Ho-Ho-Ho type, a bah-humbug, an I’ll-take-it, a Christmas-starts-in-August or Holidays-mean-open-bar?