See, when I posted that last post, I thought to myself, “Must post again tomorrow to show I am not still drunk on heavily spiced alcohol”. And then of course I didn’t. I promise you I haven’t been sitting here half-tanked the whole time. Honest! I mean, I just about hot-glue-gunned my thumbs together earlier tonight, and I wrapped three presents then realised I couldn’t remember what they were or who they were for; but all of those things happened without the influence of alcohol. That’s just the way I roll. (I once used that in an important phone conference call at my last job. I was asked a question, paraphrased to: “Why did your counterpart do this stupid thing in this stupid way?” and all I could say was, “That’s how we do things here – that’s just the way we roll.” They wrote it into the minutes and everything. I am also available for solving world crises and mediating disputes! Form an orderly line!)
Anyway, I have really opened this browser window to tell you “Sons and Daughters” is currently on TV. I KNOW. It is like I am fourteen again and slumped in front of the television in my school uniform, knowing it was either this or hours of maths homework. It is actually very creepy seeing these stalwarts of Australian soap history all young and fresh-faced. Also: shoulder pads vs pastel-coloured sweaters. Discuss.
My Christmas tree is tiny and fake. That would make me sad, because my tiny and real Christmas tree did not survive the move to this new house and is currently in prime position just outside my front door all brown and dead (I wish I were joking); but I am so excited to have a Christmas tree at all. People, I have two kittens and a Christmas tree at knee height and ALL THE ORNAMENTS remain on the tree. And no one has chewed on the lights cord and electrocuted themselves. I mean, currently one kitten is sitting in the dog’s bowl eating his food, and the other one is gnawing on the flap of an empty box; but these things are perfectly fine because there is a sparkly, unmolested tree in my line of sight. Aaah.
