I've been so healthy and feeling good lately that I knew it'd have to burst. I woke up with the worst stomach pains I think I've had in a long while. Ow ow ow ow! I hope this isn't a precursor to the flu because I'll be upset if I'm sick this weekend.
Xmas plans have been ... kinda sorta finalized. Dave and I are up north this year (squee!), and decided to make the 4-5 hr drive a two-day affair. Thus, we got ourselves a nice plush suite room at the Deerhurst resort. I totally dig the idea of an outdoor walk (with maybe some snow), a nice relaxing/romantic dinner, curling up in front of the fireplace sipping hot chocolate, taking a bath in the whirlpool bathtub (!!), and the yummy sounding breakfast buffet! Seriously, it'll be neat, and lots of pictures will likely be taken.
Re: shopping. I was doing so well, then I hit a hitch -- financial brokeness. Sigh. Until next Friday (1st) I'm pretty much on shopping hiatus. Now old Sarah would have just charged everything to her credit card and likely forgotten to pay it back. This year, however, I've been focusing on paying for everything upfront in cash as to avoid any possible increased debt. I've been doing pretty good, and for the most part I only have Dave left other than a few things for a few people. But yeah! Plus I've finished
msanya's prezzie in record time, and will be shipped .. when I get paid, on the 1st, ha!
I've been in a crazy zealous cleaning mode lately. I don't know why, maybe it's the impending visit from the family. Maybe I'm just tired of living in disorganized clutter. All I know is I can now walk through my hallway without the tower-o-doooooooooooom (books) threatening to tumble and suffocate me. I've also done the kitchen, the office, living room, and only have vacuuming my bedroom and cleaning the bathroom left to get done for my house to be considered as close to spotless as it can become. I ought to have impulses more often.
Oh, and the new girl? She seems okay .. so far. At least she's trying to talk to people now, as opposed to having that deer-in-headlights look of panic whenever someone tries to engage her in dialogue.