Thursday, January 3, 2008

Righteous Ennui

What the hell. Why am I not at home in my monkey pajamas eating cookies? I have been unable to write due to the weight of having to live like a grown person again. Days and days of grazing on a selection of fatty holiday snacks, drinking inappropriate amounts of wine at inappropriate times, and staying in my pajamas all the live-long day has completely ruined me. I want the finer things back! Fuck this!

On the bright side, tomorrow is Friday.

That out of my system, I had a ridiculously nice holiday. I didn't do jack shit. Remember that Christmas when I spent my whole week off painting the kitchen? Har-dee HAR. THAT WAS STUPID. I mean, sure, the kitchen looks great and my bathroom still looks like this from when I stopped scraping back in July, but I had more important things to do. Things like:

- Sleeping. A lot.

- Perfecting my Wii tennis backhand.

- Playing with the new fancy remote that came with the digital cable/DVR we just got(!!!) which was not so much a Christmas gift as it was me making begging puppy noises until Kenny broke down weeping and told me to order the damn thing. Thanks, honey! Sorry I broke you!

- Eating fancy cheese and really good bread and ginger cookies and homemade chocolates and shortbread and spicy nuts and decorated sugar cookies. For lunch.

- Watching back-to-back episodes of my new crack, Flip That House. I also like Flip This House.
(I love that neither network could come up with a better title. If I had to come up with my own flipping show I'd call it Gonna Flip A Mother-Effing House, Yo! Or maybe, FLIP, FLAP, SOLD! Something good like that.)

- Looking at the insane stack of nice gifts I got and feeling overwhelmed by the stuff-ness of it and then immediately feel the need to go check out all the post-holiday sales.

- Going to see The Golden Compass with my sister. It was a great movie but could have used Daniel Craig more effectively, I think.

Ok, God. I'm so depressed. I have to work some more and then go to the gym and then make dinner and tomorrow morning I have to get up early AGAIN and shower and put makeup on and drive to work. Over and over and over again. Weeping.

Pictures:

Zephyr camped out under the tree the entire time it was in the living room:


Here is the living room looking all nice:


And, the aftermath:


Kenny is happy:


This is my sister's tree:


Pretty! I go cry now.

9 comments:

  1. It be okay. Christmas come again real soon. Like 11 months from now. Oh, hey, it's almost your birthday! But, that's not a holiday. Yet!

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  2. I'm with you! Fuck this, the post-holiday doldrums are upon us. Cheer up, MLK day is only about two weeks away. You can have a big party then. You can even have another tree if you really want to.

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  3. Yes, post-holiday sucks. Especially the part about full 40 hour weeks with absolutely no break. Hell, we don't even get MLK Jr. day off.

    That tree looks lovely, I would like to sit in front of it drinking wine and eating popcorn.

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  4. I don't get MLK day off! I work at a private institution. I weep.

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  5. I don't either! Everyone else in the household will get to putter around all day on the 21st and I'll be.......at work. And not even any damn mail delivery. I really should have re-thought that post office career. Half my life would be a holiday then.

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  6. This is why we plan a Tahoe trip every year in early January. Gotta extend the lazing about for a little while.

    Looking at your living room, I realize I need some art. I like your art.

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  7. Buck up, little buckaroo! Christmas isn't 11 months away. It's only, like, 7 months away in the Parallel Retail Universe.

    Hobby Lobby should start putting trees out again by, oh, July 4th.
    It'll be here before you know it.

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  8. Yep. Going back to work was a huge drag. I'm so glad it's Friday!

    Also, I'm so jealous you got a Wii!

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  9. The Wiis are awesome! Liz and I highly recommend Dance Dance Revolution.

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