tomorrow it's saturday and I can wear armwarmers and fishnets.
I am floating around the apartment in my aussie bond underoos, eating halloween chocolate and doing my best to ignore the dreadful cramps torturing my woman area. I'm doing a good job I'd say.
I HAVE GIN IN MY FREEZER!! HOLA! I am a retard. I also have juice which would be lovely except for the concord status of the grapes they blended with the luscious cranberries.
I bought my dearest a kinder surprise halloween treat box today and it is taunting me from our dust-magnet of a coffee table. We are also on-call this weekend (well, HE is but I am pretending I am his partner in crime as I will be doing the chauffering to le place in distress if needed). We have a pager! and a cell phone that sounds like an old rotary phone and has a photo of a very un-scary four year old skeleton on the screen.
We are supposed to be going to some rave in vancouver where my superstar dj man was going to grace the electronic music luvahs with some delishus drum and bass but it just so happens to be on the same 'zact night as my sure-to-be very soporific staff party in the wrong bloody city! As anti-rave as I am now, I'd much rather see the bright city lights and crazy fun-fur filled sights than drink wine that will make me break out in a rash with my BORING co-workers at some stuffy i-have-lots-of-money club. At least there will be his gloriously laced staff party two weekends prior to this stuffy affair. That will be the only saving factor.
I LOVE CHRISTMAS! I'm going to bake up a storm with the wife this year and we are getting lil noodle boxes to put the goods in. We tried this plan last year but somehow failed. I think we were too busy knitting and noodling around town avoiding creepy boys and smoking vanilla cigaretties.
I miss last winter. I miss my wife. She has become a busy, busy beaver and it's sad. I guess we all grow up and leave our nests sometime.
I must go finish my red, red wig now as the night of the dead is creeping up on me like a thief in the night.
Here are some picatures of the serrakat and myself last halloween!
I am floating around the apartment in my aussie bond underoos, eating halloween chocolate and doing my best to ignore the dreadful cramps torturing my woman area. I'm doing a good job I'd say.
I HAVE GIN IN MY FREEZER!! HOLA! I am a retard. I also have juice which would be lovely except for the concord status of the grapes they blended with the luscious cranberries.
I bought my dearest a kinder surprise halloween treat box today and it is taunting me from our dust-magnet of a coffee table. We are also on-call this weekend (well, HE is but I am pretending I am his partner in crime as I will be doing the chauffering to le place in distress if needed). We have a pager! and a cell phone that sounds like an old rotary phone and has a photo of a very un-scary four year old skeleton on the screen.
We are supposed to be going to some rave in vancouver where my superstar dj man was going to grace the electronic music luvahs with some delishus drum and bass but it just so happens to be on the same 'zact night as my sure-to-be very soporific staff party in the wrong bloody city! As anti-rave as I am now, I'd much rather see the bright city lights and crazy fun-fur filled sights than drink wine that will make me break out in a rash with my BORING co-workers at some stuffy i-have-lots-of-money club. At least there will be his gloriously laced staff party two weekends prior to this stuffy affair. That will be the only saving factor.
I LOVE CHRISTMAS! I'm going to bake up a storm with the wife this year and we are getting lil noodle boxes to put the goods in. We tried this plan last year but somehow failed. I think we were too busy knitting and noodling around town avoiding creepy boys and smoking vanilla cigaretties.
I miss last winter. I miss my wife. She has become a busy, busy beaver and it's sad. I guess we all grow up and leave our nests sometime.
I must go finish my red, red wig now as the night of the dead is creeping up on me like a thief in the night.
Here are some picatures of the serrakat and myself last halloween!
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................................you better be getting ready to send me some baked goooooooooooooooooooooooods........
Give Peachy/Bitey cat a sweet little kiss on her head for me.