So, Christmas is a wrap.
It's the first one I've had in a LONG while that wasn't just me, a bottle of bourbon and an EXTREMELY bad hangover the next day.
My sweetie was present enough for me this year. She's stood by me in situations that would make most sane woman run shrieking into the night. I can't tell her how much I love her, but I sure tried on Christmas morning.
randallcosmoe set me up with some cash to lavish on her. I bought her a new fur coat. Real chinchilla. And a platinum anklet. She sure seemed pretty happy that afternoon. SEVERAL times.
I didn't know what to get Grant's kid...so I got her a gift card to Tower Records. She looked like she dug it, which was good. Grant, I gave a bottle of wine to. Not original, being a bar owner and all, but Randall found it on eBay for a pretty good chunk of change.
Construction's gonna officially get started soon on the new place...Randall's taken the liberty of buying up the rest of the block, and is gonna officially be the new landlord, I think. Which is good. Means he's set formeals and drinks for life. But he's a good egg, so I'd do that anyway.
Gotta shut down...Astra's wearin' one of the presents she got for me...an' I'm no fool. I wanna spend time with my lady.