Winter interalia
It got cold. I bought a skirt instead of the winter coat I meant to get on Saturday, but the skirt was pretty, and the coats were all fugly. I may also have acquired a top and a pair of jeans (with starbursts and purple bits! come on!). Oh well. I'll just wear the jackets with increasingly bulky woolly jumpers under them, and look more and more like the Michelin man daily (with stars! *g*)
Christmas is officially out of hand. I decided this at the point when a spreadsheet seemed the only rational response to 'who the fuck is that for' after the wishlist surgical strike. Which was, in the finest traditions of surgical strikes, characterised by collateral damage and friendly fire (did I really think I wanted that? *Why*?).
Of course, now, I get a/ parcels which aren't for me (boo :-( ) and b/ Amazon starting on the if you bought *this* you'd like *that*! thing. No, I'm not really into that. Or that. And particularly Not That. *sigh*.
The fan/light switch blew in the bathroom last night. Handily I still have a few scented candles from three birthdays back. Found someone to fix it, but not till Saturday. The switch made an ominous fizzing noise so I'm hoping there's no water coming through the ceiling where I can't see it :-(
This has slowed down my thoughts on slashbashes and the having of them. I was thinking possibly suggesting either the last weekend of November or the first weekend of December -- not all weekend, Saturday, probably unless there's a burst of enthusiasm for Sunday. I am not saying I'm going to have one until the bathroom light is fixed because while I'm fine with candles, and independently you're all fine with candles, I'm sure, sooner or later, candles would become a Problem. So, possible slashbash, depending on whether or not the electrician is dead when I open the box. Anyway. That's what I'm thinking.
That and stuff about Dexter. I should post about Dexter. Mmm. Maybe tomorrow.
Christmas is officially out of hand. I decided this at the point when a spreadsheet seemed the only rational response to 'who the fuck is that for' after the wishlist surgical strike. Which was, in the finest traditions of surgical strikes, characterised by collateral damage and friendly fire (did I really think I wanted that? *Why*?).
Of course, now, I get a/ parcels which aren't for me (boo :-( ) and b/ Amazon starting on the if you bought *this* you'd like *that*! thing. No, I'm not really into that. Or that. And particularly Not That. *sigh*.
The fan/light switch blew in the bathroom last night. Handily I still have a few scented candles from three birthdays back. Found someone to fix it, but not till Saturday. The switch made an ominous fizzing noise so I'm hoping there's no water coming through the ceiling where I can't see it :-(
This has slowed down my thoughts on slashbashes and the having of them. I was thinking possibly suggesting either the last weekend of November or the first weekend of December -- not all weekend, Saturday, probably unless there's a burst of enthusiasm for Sunday. I am not saying I'm going to have one until the bathroom light is fixed because while I'm fine with candles, and independently you're all fine with candles, I'm sure, sooner or later, candles would become a Problem. So, possible slashbash, depending on whether or not the electrician is dead when I open the box. Anyway. That's what I'm thinking.
That and stuff about Dexter. I should post about Dexter. Mmm. Maybe tomorrow.