This is probably old, but I haven't seen it till now.
Just for you, Internet.
See, this is why I love my cats. On the most shitty of days, they manage to make me smile.
FYI, for those of you who don't know, these cats are usually sworn enemies. If they can manage to cuddle together in a mail box, then I should be able to get over myself and remember that not all people/things are bad.
You may want to skip over item #1 if you're male or blogging about bras is somehow offensive to you.] I am convinced that there is a conspiracy against women with larger breasts and bra manufacturing. I bought these new bras 6 weeks ago, and the underwire has already popped out of one already, thus making it suitable for trash. Or a kinky ornament for my tree. Mind you, this is after carefully hand washing it and laying it flat to dry. This. always. happens. to me. I used to blame it on machine washing, now I'm certain it's just because these bras were meant to hold nothing heavier than an A cup, even if it says D on the label. Am I missing something, or does this happen to every woman? Is there some secret magical bra store where this stuff actually lasts longer than a few months/weeks that I don't know about? Ladies, please advise. My wallet can't take this sort of pain. 2: More adventures in dog walking: Yesterday this obese golden retriever attacked Angie on our walk (charged her and jumped on top of her, making her whimper.) All within view of the owner, who didn't seem perturbed at all or even bothered to apologize. If I see this dog make a run towards mine ever again, I will be very tempted to drop kick it or spray it with pepper spray. I can't be held accountable for my actions after that bullshit. If my dog were dog aggressive (which she is not) yesterday could have turned out to be a lot uglier and bloodier.
It's been grey all day, and raining for most of the afternoon. I'm alone tonight and most of tomorrow and the stillness of the house is already un-nerving me. I flip on the television just to hear other human voices. I don't know how people manage to live alone.
On Sunday, Leslie Harpold died. I never knew her, except from what I read of her online. She seemed like an interesting person and was clearly loved and admired by many. She was kind enough to add me to her vox list when I added her. My condolences go out to her friends and family.
At times like these, life doesn't make any sense to me. It just is.
There is a lot of sleeping that goes on in this house.
Some good things from the weekend:
- finished most of my Christmas shopping & sent out all my Christmas cards
- saw The Holiday and it was cute and sweet and life affirming, the way only Hollywood endings can be. It reminded me a bit of Love Actually which I adore (and is a better movie). S. gets bonus points for going with me.
- received my first two Christmas cards in the mail!
The only thing weighing on my mind heavily is what to buy S. for Christmas, the hardest person in the world to shop for. (He doesn't want anything! How is that normal? Ha.) I've got 2 weeks left, which narrows my options everyday (re: online shopping). Last year I was done all of this stuff by the beginning of December. I've definitely been slacking.
