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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.
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.
