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persephone33) wrote2011-12-18 02:19 pm
persephone33) wrote2011-12-18 02:19 pm
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You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile... Mr. Grinch!
So, we had the AAA Electric Christmas party last night, without incident, and it went smoothly. Unlike the year that we were watched by owls. Does anyone remember that?
I do.
Unfortunately, it was very hard to enjoy myself, not only because it is the single most stressful day of the year for me, but also because I've come down with a fairly severe case of what I think (with all of the knowledge my Bachelor's in Theatre provides) is bronchitis. When I speak, I sound like a mix between Harvey Fierstein and Kathleen Turner. It's hot.
Not really.
And I'm coughing non-stop. A little while ago, after a particularly violent fit of coughing, Nolan looked at me and said, "I don't think I've ever been more attracted to you than I am right now."
I was too weak to go over there and kick him.
So, amidst the barrage of things I need to do this week, which may include but are not limited to: cooking a funeral meal at church Tuesday, a taking a meal over to a friend, wrapping nine million and four Christmas gifts, having Christmas with my side of the family Wednesday night, reading The Grinch to first graders Wednesday morning, having company all week and a hair appointment on Friday, I need to carve out some time to go to the doctor.
Ugh. Though... I like my doctor. He always makes horribly inappropriate jokes and then apologizes profusely. So there's that.
Okay. These are first world problems. Nothing I can't handle. I'm doing it. I'm going to the grocery store to buy all the food we'll need for this week. One vodka and Valium step at a time.
Happy Christmas Week, everyone. Cheers.
I do.
Unfortunately, it was very hard to enjoy myself, not only because it is the single most stressful day of the year for me, but also because I've come down with a fairly severe case of what I think (with all of the knowledge my Bachelor's in Theatre provides) is bronchitis. When I speak, I sound like a mix between Harvey Fierstein and Kathleen Turner. It's hot.
Not really.
And I'm coughing non-stop. A little while ago, after a particularly violent fit of coughing, Nolan looked at me and said, "I don't think I've ever been more attracted to you than I am right now."
I was too weak to go over there and kick him.
So, amidst the barrage of things I need to do this week, which may include but are not limited to: cooking a funeral meal at church Tuesday, a taking a meal over to a friend, wrapping nine million and four Christmas gifts, having Christmas with my side of the family Wednesday night, reading The Grinch to first graders Wednesday morning, having company all week and a hair appointment on Friday, I need to carve out some time to go to the doctor.
Ugh. Though... I like my doctor. He always makes horribly inappropriate jokes and then apologizes profusely. So there's that.
Okay. These are first world problems. Nothing I can't handle. I'm doing it. I'm going to the grocery store to buy all the food we'll need for this week. One vodka and Valium step at a time.
Happy Christmas Week, everyone. Cheers.