Finally!!! The year is almost over! It has FLOWN by!! Spending money certainly has blown by the last few months. Stupid down payments for the wedding. The good news is I am home free. Unless something goes horribly wrong, the wedding is paid for. Now I can save up for an emergency fund (as in "I need a vacation, it's an emergency, co-workers may die if I'm forced to stay here.") No, really, a vacation would be nice, hey, maybe even traditional after a wedding, but I want a new bed more. And our fridge is on its last legs. It makes so much noise at night I've taken to yelling at it (yeah, yelling doesn't work) to get it to shut up and work right. I could be babying it but I'll be darned if I'm going to kiss up to a fridge. It's not like it's a computer or a car. It's almost winter, I can threaten to keep my frozen food on the roof. Then maybe the fridge will realize how nice she's got it and settle down.
Don't tell anyone I've got the wedding paid for. I'm still trying to guilt my mom for putting her buddies on my wedding list. I accidentally let it slip how much each dinner cost and I could hear the hamster running around in her head figuring how many more cronies she can invite. It's starting to look like a casting call for Macbeth. All we need is some guy in a skirt and we can take it on the road.
Ok, I'm boring even myself now. If you've read this far you get to know a dirty secret: I still buy a chocolate advent calendar each year. I had the first piece today. The mold was for a bunch of presents but I got a tree...me thinks someone has shaken up my calendar.
An update on my life? Peter's brother sent his mom's list through MSN Messenger. It's pretty incomplete apparently. I haven't looked at it yet, I got too interested in House last night. Good show, nice to see the guy with the slug mustache on Black Adder Goes Forth has a new job. Beats sniffing slugs. I wrote up a couple of envelopes last night (you're fascinated, aren't you?) and then hit the sack. Woke up this morning to another kitty attempt to bash me over the head with the bedside lamp. I'm getting so good I catch it in midair nowadays. The cats have decided that they must be fed at 5am every morning. I did not sign on to be a cat-bitch. I may be sporting some fur this winter but please rest assured they deserved it.
I'd better get to work. Eventually they will find out that this is easy and they will replace me. I saw them interviewing a monkey the other day. That can't be good.
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