This year I decided that my new favorite Christmas song is “A Christmas to Remember” and my least favorite Christmas song is that whiny word salad “Last Christmas.” George Michael is all “last year you led me on and I believed you and then I wrapped up all my misguided love for you in a big Christmas package and you just discarded it like some misfit toy. But, I’ll show you, heartless bitch, I’m going to give to someone else this year, and it’ll be all SPECIAL.” And you just KNOW that he’s going to jump all over the first person who shows him the littlest amount of attention, misread him, wrap up all his misguided love, only to have it discarded, so that we have to listen to this damn song in perpetuity.
I have lost my Christmas spirit. I did cheer up a little bit, listening to “Walking in an Alan Parson’s Wonderland” and then watching this video on YouTube. I always watch this video when I need some cheering up. It’s absurd, sublime and brilliant.
I think maybe there’s a window open in my office, because there’s a very distinct cold breeze coming from that direction. I should look and see and if there is an open window, I should close it and stop the breeze. But, I’m too lazy.
Having a garage is a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful thing. I have had to deal with ice scraping and snow brushing for nearly 20 years (minus the winter in LA and the winter in NC). Today, I just got into my car and drove away. I love my husband for letting me park in the garage on work nights.
It is really cold in here. Even the top of my desk is cold. I need to remedy this, laziness aside.
Tonight, Tom and I are going to put a dent in my Christmas shopping (minus the big screen TV I’m buying him; I need to move some money around for that and then maybe Blocker will take me — I’ll need his truck). With my Christmas shopping complete, maybe I’ll be able to scratch together some Christmas happiness before the season is all over…
Next year, I think we’re going on a cruise. I think I’m about over Christmas, already.
