Thursday, Dec. 04, 2003 - 11:11 a.m.
Greetings,
It was fog city this morning driving into work. Thankfully a lot of people still seem to be on vacation so traffic was relatively light and I was only 5 minutes late to work.
I literally could not see the on-ramp to the bridge which was pretty spooky.
Last night I picked Tom up at work because he had my 9 billion pound Avon order and some holiday candles he’d bought from a co-worker and thought lugging these things on the bus would be far too burdensome. Or at least extremely annoying. These candles are the best smelling candles ever! On a par with Yankee and maybe some of them are even better. We had the candy corn scented candle for Halloween and now we have the Christmas Wreath candle for the holiday season. (Plus a cinnamon vanilla that Thomas could not resist.)
I love the jars they come in too.
The candy corn candle lasted from the beginning of October through the last caftan night but one in November. It was perfect. The Christmas Wreath smells just like a Christmas tree to me. Yum.
Anyway, after picking Tom up we journeyed to Petco for more puppy pads for Meow. I get the 50 pack which lasts about a month and a half or so. I also picked up four catnip mice for Christmas morning.
Tom spent most of his time at Best Buy drooling over his soon to be new digital camera that he’s getting for his main Christmas gift. I had time to breeze through the International Marketplace to buy a little wooden nutcracker that dances for Papa Legba’s altar and a rubber duck with reindeer horns strapped to his head for me. Tom joked that I’m going to lose control of the rubber duck thing and end up with 10,000 of them decorating every room at Crescentwood. That would be frightening. At the moment I have exactly 7 rubber ducks and two of them, Frankenduck and the kitty duck with the trick or treat bag tucked under her wing are in the Halloween storage bin. The devil ducks – Pinkie, Purple, Polka Dottie and the glow in the dark devil duckling – are in my bathtub. So as long as I don’t go overboard and stick to seasonal ducks that can be put away, I should be fine. Shouldn’t I????? Oh, gads! I forgot Xeper Duckie. He’s a plain, regular yellow rubber duck. He’s in the bath tub too. But that’s it. No. More. Seriously.
After buying my Christmas duck (I just named him – Ru-Duck – get it??? Rudolph/Ru-Duck??? Aw, forget it!), I ran into Linens-n-Things for the Yankee candle votives for my Coven Candles on the mantel. The autumn/Halloween votives actually burned out the last Caftan Night in November which was just perfection.
Anyway – I got two Christmas Tree green ones (one for John’s coven candle and one for Tom’s) and a Christmas Eve red one for me. I also got some Christmas themed finger towels for our bathrooms. I have a dark green one with a Christmas tree on it and Tom has a dark blue one with a snowman on it. Our bathrooms will be so festive you could open your gifts in there! All of these holiday items, plus the 10,000 I have waiting in various closets at Crescentwood will be put up this Saturday. The bathrooms won’t be the only holiday themed rooms by a long shot.
Even after three stores there was still no sign of Thomas, so I put the bags into the trunk and walked into Best Buy. There he was. He showed me The Camera which we have dubbed Fawkes, after Dumbledore’s phoenix since this camera is rising up from the ashes of the first digital camera – Erised. He will be purchased – ceremoniously – when we get paid next Friday.
We got home in time for me to watch “Crocodile Diaries” which is my favorite program outside of “Friends” and which I try to never miss on Wednesday nights. Mainly because of this program I now desperately want to go to Australia and visit the Australia Zoo and all the birds, crocs, and animals I’ve come to know through this program. I’ve always loved crocodiles and alligators.
The highlight of last night at home was Meow projectile vomiting on the frickin’ sofa and then flopping off the sofa and yakking on the floor.
The funniest thing that happened last night was when Tommy inadvertently stepped into the yak on the floor with his bare foot. Oh gods the turmoil! He flap/hopped off to the bathroom to scour his foot with boiling water, all the while yelling and swearing. When he called Meow a “shithole cat” I admit I lost it and just about laughed a lung up.
Well, that’s my riveting Wednesday night and now I must get some work done!
