Well, Christmas is over, thank Og. I spent most of the day in bed nursing bronchitis. I called the doctor on Christmas Eve, asking them to please see me. They were nice enough to do that. He put me on a z-pack and two inhalers, one of which is a two hundred dollar affair with a steroid and rescue medicine. Hawkeyeop and I ended up having Chinese food for dinner. So, nothing too exciting there.
Every year, my mom gets so excited about the stuff she gets for me, and every year she bombs big time. This has been going on since the begining of time. When I still lived in the same state, I dragged my butt out of bed at a way too frickin’ early time the day after Thanksgiving in order to pick out my own presents. This was a good system. Now, I don’t want to hurt her feelings, but we’ve been through all of this before. I don’t wear purple. I have never worn purple. (At least since I’ve been old enough to dress myself.) We have been through this before, but she still got me a purple dressy jacket. IMO, it’s ugly. She also got Hawkeyeop AND I “charging stations.” Ugh. I have no space or desire for this, much less for TWO of them. Even better, the stupid thing fell apart when Hawkeyeop took it out of the box. Mine did not venture out of its box. She also sent a pink cosmetic case that holds more make-up than I will ever own at any one time, an apron which I would never wear–(polka dots, really?) and a cook-book, which wouldn’t be bad, except I already have it in last year’s edition.
How do I stop this madness? I don’t want her to waste any more money… Oh, and what the H3ll should I do with this…stuff*?
So, now I’m at work. Yeah, that’s fun.
Terra, I like Caron Simply Soft. It’s super soft and cheap. It’s acrylic and not fancy or anything, but it’s my favorite yarn to work with.
I’m sure that there was more I wanted to say, but I forget now. And I really should get to work. So, more later all.
*It’s CRAP to me, OK, CRAP. (oooo next year’s White Elephant is a possibility.)