I can’t believe Christmas is two weeks from tomorrow. Other than the big gifts for the boys, we’ve done nothing. We don’t even have a tree yet. Family…stocking stuffers…teachers…*cries*
I went easy on Santa this year. I asked for “Mr. & Mrs. Smith”, the Hallmark ornament which has Scarlett and Rhett and she’s wearing the red dress he made her wear to Melanie’s birthday party. That haughty eyebrow look is one of my favorite all-time movie moments. And I asked for an mp3 player. Just a cheap one. Sending the husband after a Nano would be like handing the sword to the virgin damsel and telling her to slay the dragons herself.
I finally got my Dunkin Donuts iced coffee yesterday. The husband came home from work and then made a late-afternoon run. Unfortunately the truck took some damage when the ass-end came around on him and kissed a fence. It’s still driveable, but I need to remember I have no right blinker until we get the light assembly fixed, and there’s some pretty nasty dents and scrapes to get fixed. (It was a chainlink fence, which is the worst for paint jobs.)
But the most important thing is that he wasn’t hurt (and that it was him and not me who mucked up the truck.)
And I can’t believe that with all I want to accomplish writing-wise before the end of the year, I’ve been brought to a screeching halt by this damn blurb—a complete, brake-squealing, tire-smoking halt by 200 words or less.
It might be time to set down the Dunkin Donuts and break out the big guns. I don’t know why, but that yucky Sam’s Choice Cola from Walmart hits me like speed. Maybe if I chain-guzzle a few of those I’ll get some crap done. I’ll be twitchy and I won’t sleep for two days, especially since I’m Sudafed-ed to the gills, but I’ll put a dent in the to-do list.