Damn I love being salaried.
I've been productive so far this break. I've lounged on my lazy ass reading and playing nerdy games. I made the world's worst batch of fudge and my first ever quiche (which looks gorgeous).
Yesterday my parents went to a holiday party for my Dad's work that I wasn't invited to. Being rather bored, I decided to take a bath and read and listen to music all at the same time. Part way through my relaxing bath, the power went out. And that was stressful. Where oh where did I put my clothes? The bathroom was like a minefield of terror to maneuver through. I had to bumble around my house naked and drippy trying to find enough natural light to get dressed because for some reason the bathroom was really creepy to be in in complete darkness.
My parents came home last night and we had an enthralling over three hour discussion of what they ate and how many people were there. Riveting. I don't know how many times I heard about there being 140 people there. "Except, Dee and Celia didn't have dates, so..maybe less than 140." I told my Mom I was pretty sure those two wouldn't like to know that their not having a date made such a large impression on her. (My Mom was just grumpy anyway because of our fudge not turning out. I kept telling her that if it didn't turn out we could use a different recipe or make truffles, but she was being a selfish bitch. I think she didn't want it to turn out because then she could whine about it. That's what she does. It's annoying. She was so pissed off about the fudge that suddenly she was grumpy about having to go to the holiday party thing and probably ruined my Dad's evening with her bitching and moaning. Ah the joys of being home.)
Oh, the power's back on now too, finally. They teased us a few times last night and were like, "see?! It's back! Oh just kidding! HAHAHAA!!!" We have a generator so F you, Puget Power.
I might go see real reindeer, but even if I don't, I'm going on an airplane this Wednesday. So it won't really be disappointing if I don't see reindeer, because I like flying more anyway.
Yesterday my parents went to a holiday party for my Dad's work that I wasn't invited to. Being rather bored, I decided to take a bath and read and listen to music all at the same time. Part way through my relaxing bath, the power went out. And that was stressful. Where oh where did I put my clothes? The bathroom was like a minefield of terror to maneuver through. I had to bumble around my house naked and drippy trying to find enough natural light to get dressed because for some reason the bathroom was really creepy to be in in complete darkness.
My parents came home last night and we had an enthralling over three hour discussion of what they ate and how many people were there. Riveting. I don't know how many times I heard about there being 140 people there. "Except, Dee and Celia didn't have dates, so..maybe less than 140." I told my Mom I was pretty sure those two wouldn't like to know that their not having a date made such a large impression on her. (My Mom was just grumpy anyway because of our fudge not turning out. I kept telling her that if it didn't turn out we could use a different recipe or make truffles, but she was being a selfish bitch. I think she didn't want it to turn out because then she could whine about it. That's what she does. It's annoying. She was so pissed off about the fudge that suddenly she was grumpy about having to go to the holiday party thing and probably ruined my Dad's evening with her bitching and moaning. Ah the joys of being home.)
Oh, the power's back on now too, finally. They teased us a few times last night and were like, "see?! It's back! Oh just kidding! HAHAHAA!!!" We have a generator so F you, Puget Power.
I might go see real reindeer, but even if I don't, I'm going on an airplane this Wednesday. So it won't really be disappointing if I don't see reindeer, because I like flying more anyway.