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Well, I begin my basement-"preschool" job tomorrow. Oh joy. It's really glorified babysitting. Actually it's not so glorious, considering it's in the BASEMENT, and their only outside option to play is in a park across the street which appears to be little more than a large ditch with a cold metal playstructure in it. No trees. And with the craptacular weather, we won't be gonig anywhere near it. The tv has been on nearly every time I've visited. I'm not too big a fan of tv during school hours, but I'm sure it will start to look reeeeal good after a few hours alone with 12 screaming mouths. That seems dangerous to me. What if there's an emergency or something? I'm all alone. Scary. Oh well. I am now certified in CPR and first aid, so kids, choke on all the marbles you want!
So with Christmas upon us (well, upon me, anyway, you can wait til after Turkey Day) I am reading my annual read of The Bombshell Manual of Style by Lauren Stover. It's a wonderful read and brings out the bombshell even in me, a wifebeater-and-yoga pants kinda girl. It also brings me to thoughts of what I'd like to see under the tree with a frilly little tag all for me, and unfortunately, brings out my more expensive tastes. I am not a greedy person. But I believe Christmas not so much a time for Jesus and all that crap, but lots of razzle-dazzle, creature comforts and giving as well as receiving. I go as all-out as I can on the gifts I find for others both in extravagance and originality, so I hope for the same. Here are some of the items on my wish list this year:
*My Sin, by Lanvin (perfume)
*Joy, by Jean Patou (also perfume)
*a champagne negligee, detail in black lace
*Rhinestone anything. No real diamonds please. I lose things.
*Flowers (I could just go get these myself but it feels so marvelous when the FTD man brings them)
*a M.A.C., YSL, Chanel, or Estee Lauder make-up counter gift certificate
*a trip to Paris with a classy beau (I'll teach him French, bien sur!)
*a silken scarf, leopard print

*sigh* What? ...oh. I was off in Happy Lady Dreamyland.

So what's on *your* list to Santa this Christmas?