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I took today off to use up vacation hours before the the end of the year.
It was only a day off in the sense that I didn't go to work.
I met with a customer to give her the earrings she commissioned. I dropped off my wholesale order to Dragon's Lair (and got my check!). Then off to PT, gas up the car, grab lunch, and from there across the county--literally--to pick up a flash drive full of data *cough*Game of Thrones*cough* from the woman who had recovered my old laptop's hard drive. Then I drove a even farther south to the one store in the area that carries the most perfect hot chocolate mix ever. Back up the interstate with a side trip to the credit union to deposit aforementioned check. Pilled a friend's cat. Waved gaily at the huge crowds in the grocery store parking lots, since J, L, and J's mom and I are going to Threadgills tomorrow to have turkey dinner.
Tomorrow I plan on watching the Macy's parade, eating pancakes and bacon, taking care of the two cats I'm watching for friends while they're out of town, and from there to late afternoon turkey, followed by Skyfall. (I've already seen it, but really, Daniel Craig twice in two weeks is no hardship.) I'll probably call my sister somewhere in there.
Friday I'm getting my hair cut and then I'm hiding in my workshop. I hope to have dinner with my sister-in-law this weekend and maybe catch another movie. You won't get me anywhere near a mall or large shopping center for love nor money. I did my big-box store shopping last Saturday, when I got the TV we'd picked out for J's mom. Walked in, got them to find it, paid, walked out. Easy-peasy.
And while at the Most Confusing Shopping Center Ever today I saw people camped out in front of Best Buy. Eeeew. I normally wouldn't cast aspersions, but they all looked like they belonged on the People of Wal Mart website. I got the distinct impression that anyone who got between them and their precious "door-buster" specials would get knifed. And possibly eaten.
Christmas makes people crazy, I swear.
It was only a day off in the sense that I didn't go to work.
I met with a customer to give her the earrings she commissioned. I dropped off my wholesale order to Dragon's Lair (and got my check!). Then off to PT, gas up the car, grab lunch, and from there across the county--literally--to pick up a flash drive full of data *cough*Game of Thrones*cough* from the woman who had recovered my old laptop's hard drive. Then I drove a even farther south to the one store in the area that carries the most perfect hot chocolate mix ever. Back up the interstate with a side trip to the credit union to deposit aforementioned check. Pilled a friend's cat. Waved gaily at the huge crowds in the grocery store parking lots, since J, L, and J's mom and I are going to Threadgills tomorrow to have turkey dinner.
Tomorrow I plan on watching the Macy's parade, eating pancakes and bacon, taking care of the two cats I'm watching for friends while they're out of town, and from there to late afternoon turkey, followed by Skyfall. (I've already seen it, but really, Daniel Craig twice in two weeks is no hardship.) I'll probably call my sister somewhere in there.
Friday I'm getting my hair cut and then I'm hiding in my workshop. I hope to have dinner with my sister-in-law this weekend and maybe catch another movie. You won't get me anywhere near a mall or large shopping center for love nor money. I did my big-box store shopping last Saturday, when I got the TV we'd picked out for J's mom. Walked in, got them to find it, paid, walked out. Easy-peasy.
And while at the Most Confusing Shopping Center Ever today I saw people camped out in front of Best Buy. Eeeew. I normally wouldn't cast aspersions, but they all looked like they belonged on the People of Wal Mart website. I got the distinct impression that anyone who got between them and their precious "door-buster" specials would get knifed. And possibly eaten.
Christmas makes people crazy, I swear.
