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So, giftmas is coming up and I am trying to get all my shopping done. I have limited funds, and am having a block about what to get my spouse.

I got him a huge expensive present for his birthday as you may recall. I don't have a lot of money to spend on him, so I'm trying to decide what to do. He said that I don't have to get him anything, and probably means it too, though it would still feel kinda lame. There's a place that sells fruitcake that he really likes, but, you know, fruitcake? That lacks a certain element of coolness. He also likes booze (a nice port or perhaps some Bombay Sapphire), but giving consumable presents seems, I dunno, kind of half-assed. I fully own my personal weirdness about gift-giving that might not apply to him at all, but I hate to grill him about it. So give the hamster in my brain a break and tell me what to do.

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I updated the Word doc where I've been keeping my journal that existed since before LJ debuted. Anymore I just copy LJ into it in case a big UFO crashes into their building and destroys the on-line version. So Every few weeks I go transfer it, check for egregious spelling errors, and save it. I'm up to 1145 pages. Sure, when I quote entire articles that takes up a few but that's 98% all Miellikki all the time. And I'm leaving out all the stuff that only makes sense on the web (quiz results, pictures of stuff, etc.) so that's a pile o' words. I've been writing in it since 1994. I wonder how much of a hassle it could be to print it out and why I would want to do it anyway other than to hold the words in physical form (and have a hard copy if a little UFO hits my computer). I started this one when I was dating Dog-Boy back in 1994. That alone is embarrassing enough. Oh well.

I finally got the tree decorated. I prepared the lights Brö loaned me and got them up, then went nuts with the ornaments. I had more unbreakable ones than I remembered, but it still doesn't look the same. A lot of the glass ones were translucent and I got a big kick out of putting them in front of the lights so they glowed... none of that. But even so, it's still the best tree I'll see all year because it's miiiine.

It was Phil's birthday so we went to the Texas Land y Cattle Company last night. I had been at another location once many years ago and was unimpressed. They had more menu items this time around though and it was not bad. I had a baked potato (hard to screw up a baked potato), half a turkey sandwich (would've been better if they hadn't toasted the bread to crouton consistency, but otherwise- hard to screw up a turkey sandwich) and the 'wedge' salad. This is the second place I've seen one of these, so maybe they'll be the next frogurt. They took a head of iceberg and chopped it into 6 (maybe 8) wedges radially, so the wedges stay together. Slap a wedge on a plate and throw a bunch of stuff on top of it (in this case bleu cheese, bacon, and tomatoes). I enjoyed it. It was good to wish Phil a happy hatch day too.

Today I'm waiting on the cable guy, gonna run a couple of errands, and help Phil with some ritual writing stuff. Exciting, I know. But it's a really nice day and maybe if hub comes home we can get some frisbee time in before D&D tonight. We went to Pet Smart and bought a .99 frisbee- you can really tell the difference. Our fancy expensive pro frisbee is much heavier and flies a lot better and farther. The .99 one is not good for long throws but at the same time, it's meant to entertain dogs so what can you expect.

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Today has been a parade of mostly amusing cluster fuckery. It actually started last night with tree decorating. I had bought what looked like a package of a dozen sparkly gold ornaments a little smaller than a ping-pong ball- I palpated the bag (heh) and they felt like styrofoam with gold glitter sprayed on them. But, you know, high quality gold glitter. Anyway, so I get home and open the package and it's a garland. They are all on a long gold string spaced 6 inches or so apart. Hub calls them Christmas anal beads. Not the look I was going for! And I never saw the string even when I groped the package (heh). Oh well, they are decorating the greenery on top of Pan.

So I get up and go for breakfast tacos. I do much cleaning and picking up, mainly looking for my calendar. I search frantically, and after looking for quite some time realize that I have bought calendars for everyone but me. Um, oops. Then I screwed around with the pool and overfilled it. Oops. Phil was gonna come over, but he forgot. Oops. So I went out on my errands, including a run to Garden Ridge. I thought the place'd be okay if I went on a weekday afternoon. Boy was I wrong. What a hellhole; and they didn't even have what I wanted. I got home in time for the cable guy to supposedly fix our intermittently fucked-up cable internet service, and now hub of the apparently diametrically-opposed-to-mine alignment is coming home to frisbee. When good and evil frisbee together, the world will be a better place. So sayeth I.