Journal - reactivation
Because why not? :)
It was a hard day. Day full of small disasters that made me want to tear my hair out and scream in sheer frustration. Actually, I cried a little. And commited an act of self mutilation, girl's style - I waxed my legs. And other things. Which hurt like bitch and gave me a real reason to cry a little. But this time I didn't.
Hubby got me a little something for Christmas but since I was in such a shitty mood he gave it to me today. It is sitting next to me right now, on the armrest of the sofa. Its name is Elvis and it's a pet moose. A tiny stuffed animal, with goofy grin and soft to touch.
It smells like pancakes. And Christmas tree.
I have an urge to name our cat Elvis. When we get one, that is :)
It was a hard day. Day full of small disasters that made me want to tear my hair out and scream in sheer frustration. Actually, I cried a little. And commited an act of self mutilation, girl's style - I waxed my legs. And other things. Which hurt like bitch and gave me a real reason to cry a little. But this time I didn't.
Hubby got me a little something for Christmas but since I was in such a shitty mood he gave it to me today. It is sitting next to me right now, on the armrest of the sofa. Its name is Elvis and it's a pet moose. A tiny stuffed animal, with goofy grin and soft to touch.
It smells like pancakes. And Christmas tree.
I have an urge to name our cat Elvis. When we get one, that is :)