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my christmas present for myself
a car!
well. as of monday, it should be in my hands.
and i am so, so relieved.
mind you…i need to learn how to drive stick shift so i can, y’know, drive.
but! this is a relief. and i am so grateful for my dad’s patience and assistance. and his willingness to teach me to drive again.
and, knock on wood, i think we found a really great deal. like, this car should last me a long time. and it will not give me too much grief.
so! this is a nice start to my weekend, and now i’m off to see the manfriend, and hurrah for good news!
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pain, pain, lot of pain
i have been sneezing non-stop since march, roughly. not really an exaggeration, you can ask the manfriend, who will verify - once a day, i have to cease all conversation so i can sneeze about ten times in a row.
so i finally caved and bought a nasal spray. i hate those things. narsty.
AND THE LITTLE PUNK HAD MINTY SHIT IN IT.
so now my nose hurts.
and i’m grumpy that the box said nothing about “minty fresh wake-up for your sinuses”
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january 4
v returns
i shall geek out
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you’re my only hope
Apparently, Tumblr lets you recommend blogs for particular categories. If you could take the time to recommend mine for the “food” category, I would appreciate it.
Link.
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brief conversation with myself this morning
grown-up self: alright. alarm is going off. we should get out of bed.
tiny, petulant self: erm, no. did you SEE the weather prediction for today?
grown-up self: yes. we will live.
tiny, petulant self: THEY SAY IT WILL BE IN THE TEENS AND TWENTIES AND THERE IS A WIND CHILL ADVISORY.
grown-up self: stop yelling. see, we’re in the shower now. you failed.
tiny, petulant self: do you have any idea what will happen to us outside?
grown-up self:…do tell
tiny, petulant self: we will DIE in the COLD.
grown-up self: shut up. we’ll just wear three outfits at once. and slippers. now, i think i heard the garbage truck, so let’s go put the recycling out.
tiny, petulant self: when we die, i’m going to kill you.
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photo of the manfriend walking near the battery in charleston, SC…
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Poor melted snowmen!
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if i hear one more christmas song, i will punch a reindeer.
this serves as a warning, retailers.
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what happens when you leave tess alone with the tv
right now, i swear this is how scary movies begin.
girl, alone in house, it’s night, and it is pouring rain outside.
obviously it is raining outside. if it were raining inside, y’all would need to come put me in a padded cell.
anyhoodle.
pouring rain. dark. ALONE
and i have the tv all to myself
what do i decide to watch?
bones. a show about TERRIFYING scary bad things.
i have locked the house and am thoroughly prepared to fling something heavy at the first person to walk through the door.
also, prepared to apologize to my roommates when they get home and are locked out and can clearly see me sitting on the couch, warm and safe and not in the rain.
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things i would like in lieu of my car
a griffin
the ability to apparate
a horse
a camel
a wand with which to conjure up a new car
no really, magic would be super helpful now.
