Oh, I do love me a good Christmas song with 80’s men singing with exceptionally large hair. And mullets. God, I love Bono and a mullet.
Bad blogger lately. Been maintaining the business of surviving lately. Nothing spectacular to report, but I’ll give you the highlights of late:
1. Ezra the Anti-Elf on the Shelf and I put together a rather spectacular half-assed attempt at a Gingerbread House yesterday. By the time we came around to the front of the house, I got bored, Ezra was drunk on Sugar, and a nap was needed.
I’m preparing for the 9th annual Christmas Cookie exchange. My heart is half into it this year. Money is tight, so I can do the things I normally love to do. Oh well, cookies are cookies. Women are women and well, it will happen with or without the crazy little extras I like to do. Today is “bake the cookie” day. Tomorrow is “Decorate the cookie Day.” Saturday is “MAKE NEW COOKIE IF THESE SUCK DAY.” Thanks to a darling friend however, I have a good amount of booze.
I thought about working out yesterday. I did. I really did. Instead, I watched my neighbor sit on his roof.
I started working on three new projects this week. Topics include craft cocktails, branding for small business and wait for it… vending machines.
The days, they are, if nothing, diverse.
12 Days Until Christmas Eve.
12 Days Left to Griswald my exterior. The interior is quite cracked out.
12 Days Left to make my presents.
12 Days Left to convince Santa that I really, truly would enjoy a man for Christmas. And the day after Christmas. And So on.
But seriously, what department do I need to communicate to Santa that I would like a real live man for Christmas? A fully employed man. A man with his stuff together. A non-Peter pan type man.
That’s what I want for Christmas. And a Red Rider BB Gun.
Please and thank you.