Friday, December 10, 2010
So Where Do I Spray This?
Oh man! Today I'm craving cigarettes. Candy cigarettes. Remember those?
Not that I'm stressed, but this whole Congressional/Presidential Death Match is killing me. Am I or am I not getting cut off from my money? Do I or do I not set up that pay for sex chat line? Mama needs to pay some bills. Those of you accustomed to getting it for free may have to start paying. Call your Congresspeoples and get it sorted. I'm busy today.
Last night Nathan and I went a little crazy with some generic Chlorasceptic. Our lips were numb, our mouths were numb, MathMan feigned disgust with the antics. I love being a 15 year old boy.
Today begins a month long upset in my schedule. I'm driving over to Brenau to get Chloe. And after next week, MathMan, Nate and Sophie will be home, too. Shit! No more middle of the day naps or porn viewing. Damn it. Expect me to be writing passive aggressive Facebook statuses and tweets about how I'm looking forward to the return to normalcy by the end of this weekend.
Speaking of Chloe. I hope she's wearing pants. Last time we saw her, she was all Ugg Boots and leggings. Granted, she's got a gorgeous, slim body, but really?
I'm dodging the begging about putting up the Christmas tree by blaming the youngest cat. Sometimes I love playing the Blame Game. I 'll break down eventually, because that's what I do. I'll huff about how this just causes me more work, I'll end up being the one to put all the crap away, etc. But they're going to be grown and gone in a few years so....you know - this is going to be the year I don't bitch about it. That will be memorable.
Speaking of games, pretty soon I'll be playing lots of Canasta. That's what Sophie put on her holiday wish list (we're giving eacho other things that don't cost money). She wants to play Canasta. So we'll be sitting around looking like my neighbor Mrs. Benham and her old lady friends back in 1976.
I might need some cigarettes to go with the Shirley Temples. Note to self: check stock of vodka, olives, olive juice and vermouth. And mixed nuts.
Oh, yes. In case you never saw this, here's Chloe in an unguarded moment. Those of you who've watched her grow over the years, might like this because I think most of you know her as the least "out there" of the Golden children. BTW, I was digging through PoliTits archives and realized that some of you really have watched these kids grow. I'm thinking of people like Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein and others who were reading my stuff stretching all the way back to 2006. Wow. Thank you, all of you readers, but especially those of you who've stuck around over the years and transformations.
What's up with your weekend? Plans for staying cozy?