It's Like Drinking Christmas, With Caffeine
DRESSING YOURSELF IN THE MORNINGS:
1. Pull on tank top.
2. Realize that you have not shaved your underarms.
3. Pull off tank top.
4. Hunt for shirt.
5. Find shirt.
6. Find stain on shirt.
7. Remove shirt.
8. Put on tank top, put on over-shirt.
9. Look for shorts.
10. Realize you have not shaved your legs, either.
11. Way to go, dimwit.
12. Remove shorts.
13. Find pants.
14. Find pants, too small.
15. Remove pants.
16. Find pants, too big.
17. Find belt.
18. Realize only belt you own is brown, and your shirt is black.
19. Remove belt.
20. Remove pants.
21. Find skirt.
22. Keep straight face when someone says, “You look marvelous! Is that something you just threw on?”
In other news, Starbucks has released a new (limited time, I suspect) bottled coffee drink, Peppermint Dark Chocolate Frappuccino, which tastes as delicious as it sounds. With the first sip, you hold it in your mouth and wait, gradually sifting the chilly bite of peppermint, then the wash of decadent warmth that is dark chocolate, with just the slightest bitterness of coffee following. It's like drinking Christmas. With the first sip, I was fairly certain I had discovered the key to world peace, goodwill to man, and possibly the answer to where socks eaten by the dryer disappear to.
My brother Mike has recently become addicted to these drinks, though the vanilla flavor, so yesterday I brought two of this new flavor and put one in the fridge and gave him the other one. He fell in love, saying it was like drinking candy.
Anyway, he was having a miserable day yesterday, so instead of drinking the other one I bought for me, I put a note on his desk saying, "Mike, there's a drink for you in the fridge. Happy Thursday, Kitty" at the end of the day and left.
So this morning I get an email from him:
Hey Kittycat:
Thanks for the note and drink - it really made my day -I’ve been feeling ill all morning (I got up at five with a headache and queasiness)and a kind gesture has helped. If I don’t end up coming down withsomething we still will be on for tomorrow for X-files.
Thanks,
Mike
I'd forgotten how wonderful it feels to do a nice thing for someone.
In regards to the music I'm listening to currently, Mike had to make a rule a long time ago that I wasn't allowed to sing Christmas songs until after Thanksgiving, as I showed a penchant for humming them starting as early as July. The other day, he stopped and said, "What are you humming?"
"Winter Wonderland," I admitted guiltily.
"Kitty, you know the rule," he said.
Stef asked what rule and we explained. She looked at me askance and said, "It's sad that he had to make this rule up."
"What's even sadder," I replied cheerfully, "is how many times he's had to invoke it."