12-17-08

I am really good and goddamn tired of the goddamn motherfucking rain. I’d like to have ONE sunny day please, is that fucking POSSIBLE?

(Could be worse, could be sleet. BUT THE RAIN IS PISSING ME OFF.)

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So, my shopping trip yesterday was eternal but productive, so I’m not complaining. I stopped by the post office first and got a great big batch of Holiday cards from y’all – I’ll be posting all the pictures when I post this year’s holiday cards stats.

After the post office, I went to the mall, mostly because I wanted to check out Steve & Barry’s. They’re going out of business, as one of you informed me a few weeks ago, so I wanted to see what their sale was. Everything in the store was 40 or 50% off the lowest marked prices, which meant that there were a lot of t-shirts for $3.50 or less, lots of jackets, lots of sweatshirts, but the more I looked, the more I decided that the one thing I don’t need any more of in my wardrobe is anything that Steve & Barry’s carries. I’ve got more t-shirts than I know what to do with, sweatshirts too, and I’m all set on the jacket front.

I stopped by the book store and browsed for a good long time, swung by Hallmark (and left without buying anything for once in my life!), and then stopped by Bath and Body Works before leaving the mall. When I got to the mall, it was just before 9:00, and there were few people there. I guess not everyone checked the web page and saw that the mall stores are opening at 8 am all this week and early next week. When I left the mall after 10:30, it was PACKED.

From the mall I went over to Linens ‘n Things, which is in the process of going out of business. I’d thought about checking out their sales before, but never got around to it until yesterday. Everything left in the store was 50 to 70% off, but there was really nothing left that I was interested in buying, so I looked around and left pretty quickly.

I stopped by a shoe store to check their boots, didn’t find anything I liked, so went to Goody’s. I got a pet bed there for $7.99 last week and it’s a big hit with the cats, so I thought I’d buy a couple extra.

Yes, we only currently have about three beds for each cat. What’s your point?

Unfortunately, not only were the pet beds no longer on sale – they’d gone back up to their regular price of $12.99 – they only had a few left, and I didn’t care for the color. Ah well – one day I’ll get my sewing machine up and running, and I’ll MAKE cat beds instead of buying them!

After Goody’s, I went to the pet store, where I checked to see how many cages had cats in them (answer: only one empty cage), and then I bought a few things and left.

I stopped at Kohl’s, which was PACKED. Go figure, right? A week before Christmas? Packed? Who’d ever guess? I picked up a few pairs of jeans, a fleece shirt, some underwear for Fred, then looked at the shoes and the kitchen items before standing in life for-fucking-ever to get the fuck out of there.

Here’s the thing – I don’t mind it when a cashier is friendly. I don’t mind it when a cashier is chatty. But if you cannot talk AND do your goddamn job at the same time? THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP. I don’t need to be your best friend, I don’t need to hear about your neighbor’s son wearing the same kind of underwear as the kind I’m buying for my husband (SERIOUSLY), I just need you to ring my shit up and let me get the fuck out of there.

CHRIST.

On my way out of Kohl’s, I passed three different women with small children, and I shit you not – every one of them was bribing their child with a trip to McDonald’s.

Women after my own heart.

I finally got out of Kohl’s, stopped by Publix for milk and contact solution (I STILL LURVES YOU, PUBLIX!), and then finally got home around 1:30.

Now I’m pretty much all set for Christmas, though I have one or two very quick errands to run. Other than that, though, I’m good to go, and Christmas is still a week and a day away!

I suppose I ought to think about putting up some decorations, ya think?

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This picture doesn’t really show just how much bigger than his sisters Delmar has gotten. I swear that when we got the kittens, they were all about the same size. Delmar has gotten HUGE in the time we’ve had him – he’s quite a bit bigger than the other three. Well, Lem’s gotten pretty big, but he doesn’t hold a candle to Delmar. I’m seriously starting to wonder if Delmar’s got some Maine Coon in him. He has huge paws.

He’s also a serious love bug. Last night he flopped down in my lap while we were watching TV, and he just laid there and let me pet him. Then, of course, he got overwhelmed and bit me when I kept messing with his belly fat.

I guess he’s sensitive about his belly fat.

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In the evening and at night, the cat bed atop the bookcase in the kitchen belongs to Joe Bob. While he’s off gallivanting during the day, however, Kara claims the cat bed as her own.

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Previously
2007: He really is a pretty chicken, and I look forward to seeing what his babies look like.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: Fred leaned down and SNIFFED MEESTER BOOGERS’ ASS AGAIN.
2003: And then we got to stand around while the woman, clearly not the sort who can walk and chew gum at the same time, fumbled with her credit card, NEVER ONCE PAUSING IN HER INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT CONVERSATION.
2002: Tell me, for I am clueless when it comes to these things.
2001: Like I said, if you’re going to mix lights, go all the way, people.
2000: No entry.