It’s Tuesday. Is anyone excited about it? I’m not. I’m still in a funk. I’m trying to get out of it. I believe we’re going out for lunch today, and that should at least ok. At least it’s not raining. The sun’s been out and it’s been pretty dry, but it hasn’t been really what I want to when I sit on the patio and paint, or a spin session.
Mal is walking around, crying. He pooped, and I haven’t gone and cleaned the box out and so the poop remains in the box. Jesus, Mal, I’ll take it out when I go back in there. He’s pacing. There’s two other perfectly good boxes, but those aren’t nearly clean. OMG THE HORROR OF HAVING A POO IN THE BOX.
We went out to Hobby Lobby yesterday. I bought a pair of retro-looking Christmas decorations. The apartment isn’t big enough for a proper tree, and he doesn’t have a small fake one. I’d absolutely fucking love one of the vintage ceramic Christmas trees, with the plastic LiteBrite peg “lights”. I saw some 15″ ones on Amazon, and I think it would be great as a tree. But spending $100+ right now? Nope. Not happening.
Shawshank asked what I wanted for Christmas. I haven’t gotten gifts from anyone other than work for the pretty much the last two years. I like receiving gifts because I’m a greedy twat; I get new stuff AND I didn’t have to pay for it? Hell yes. However, gifts are not my love language. I hate picking things out for people because I’m just not good at it. On the occasions Shawshank bought me something “just because”, I believe he’s doing it because he’s fucked up and I just haven’t found out yet. I don’t fucking know what I want for Christmas, or any other holiday.
Amazon doesn’t have what I want or need.
