I woke up in a funk this morning. It was a special funk, the kind that gets outside of me and yells, "You suck! Everyone you care about sucks! Christmas can't be over soon enough; in fact, why don't you go take down the tree now?"
Inner cranky me is such a Grinch.
So I dragged myself out of bed after watching, at the same time, the THS - Timbaland and My Cousin Vinny, got ready, and headed out for the shops.
Aside one: I'm trying a new look with red lipstick and winged black eyeshadow. In the daytime. I know, scandalous.
Aside two: Shopping on Christmas Eve is extra-Grinchy.
But the shopping helped, and the voice from the gas pump at Kroger turned out to be a real man who waved at me when I finally realized it was a person and not a recording, plus he looked like a hat-less Santa. Add to that a pre-meal snack from Taco Bell (first, not fourth, meal) and my mood has improved quite a bit.
Merry Christmas. Remember, as always, not to kill your family as I do not practice criminal law.
One-year anniversary of official engagement!
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