There’s just something funny about kids who are terrified of santa.
I don’t know why this is funny…
There’s just something funny about kids who are terrified of santa.
There’s just something funny about kids who are terrified of santa.
This is kind of strange. Here I am home early on a Friday, like usual, and I don’t have any homework to do. It feels weird. I completed my last assignment EVER on Wed. and now I just have to sit through 1 lecture on Monday and that’s it. So excited.
I just went and got my licensed renewed. This has been a productive couple of weeks for me. Christmas decorations up, Nala to the vet, new breaks on the car, license renewed, found a new car insurance company. I think all that’s left is Christmas shopping and getting new tires.
Saturday night we’re going over to Anastasia’s to eat and play games. We’ve talked on the phone a few times and still get along well, so that’s all good. I think we’re supposed to bring wine for dinner. Too bad we don’t know anything about wine. I offered to bring a bottle of tequilla instead. 🙂
We got about 3 inches of snow this morning and as usual Philly had it’s usual reaction of complete panic and no effort at snow removal. Most people didn’t come to work and most schools were canceled. By about 10 all of the roads were completely clear. My commute only took 10 minutes longer than usual. Pansies.
Okay, yesterday the most bizarre thing happened. Sara had the idea to google people we used to know from high school and see if we could find anything about what they’re up to. So I decided to look for my friend Anastasia. I probably haven’t seen her for like 6 years or something but we were really friends in middle school and high school. Anyway, after quite a few searches I ended up hitting her myspace page. Now here’s where it gets weird…she just moved to Philly!!! What are the odds of THAT? So I don’t have a myspace account so Sara’s brother sent her a message and she emailed me back. I mean this is seriously blowing my mind right now.
Happy (late) Thanksgiving!
Pretty good Thanksgiving, we played TONS of games. Hands and Feet, B.S., Taboo, Catch Phrase, Trivial Pursuit 90s Edition, Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture, and Scene It. There might have been more and some games had repeat performances. We bought “card-playing food” at Trader Joes (chips, chocolate covered peanuts, etc.) and snacked until we almost puked. Come to think of it, the next morning Sara’s sister puked in a pillow case in the car on the way home, so I guess we DID eat until we puked! 😛
The in-laws left early Saturday morning and we didn’t do a THING all day Saturday. Just lounged around and watched T.V. and ate leftover turkey sandwiches (mmmm leftover turkey sandwiches) and didn’t even get out of our P.J.s. This is some much needed vacation.
Dad: “Our cat Rita died.”
Me: “Did she get hit by a car?”
Dad: “No, she got sick. She had a…what do you call it? A protruded asshole.”
Sharon: “John! Say bowel.”
Dad: “A protruded bowel coming out of her ass. She had one and we took her to the vet and it cost $25 to fix it. Then about a week later she got two more, each bigger than an apple. You could tell she was in a lot of pain. I didn’t want to pay $50 for another operation so I shot her in the back of the head.”
Me: “You shot her?? With your pistol??”
Dad: “Yeah. Sharon better hope she never gets hemorrhoids.”
Last week was the week of hell.
I had to give a presentation in my class on Monday and then I worked all 7 days for a total of 60 hours. I’ve worked every weekend for the past 6 or 7 weeks. Plus everybody’s temper is short so I’ve been yelled at a few times lately. Seems like I can’t do anything right, although I think that’s more that everybody is stressed out. The deadline was last Friday and I’m still not done with everything. It has really been brutal. I could go into more details, but frankly I’m too tired. Also, Sara’s family is coming for Thanksgiving, which is great, but we have a lot of cleaning to do before then.
And now, the ages old debate, do I stay up late to watch the Packer’s game even though I have to get up early and it might just kill me?
Decisions, decisions.