The good: Over half of my Solstaramahanuchristmakwaanzukah shopping is done! My LJ Secret Santa stuff is done for those that are getting material tokens-- the rest has to be done in writing. People left are various family-type people who want fairly mundane things. In other words, Target and many, many bottles of wine.
The good: I got a cute pair of dancing shoes on sale. These ones, to be exact. No more aching toes. They should arrive sometime next week.
The good: I got a mysterious LUSH package yesterday. Considering I'd not ordered any LUSH recently, I was a little perplexed. I looked around for a gift note, there was none. I also noted that it was sent to my old college address-- no one who knows me well enough to send a gift would have missed that I graduated in June. So. I looked at the "order placed" date. 11/22/04. As in last year. I went over all previous orders in my head before realizing that the body bar and soap that I got in the mystery package were the same exact ones I got others for gifts last year! I got a strange duplicate order, a year later. A gift from the bizarre LUSH fairy, I guess. Well. I'll use them as Christmas gifts, since I already have one of the two items, and I don't particularly need the other.
The bad: Sasha passed away last night. My third betta to die since I've been home. I know that like the others, he was just old, but he had the extra challenge in that he never recovered from being overfed to the point of near-death. Thanks, mom. And I was just saying yesterday how once he stopped being so sluggish, I was sure he'd be fine. This leaves me with one last fishie, Sashimi. Luckily, he's doing great. Swimming strongly, eating fine, not sick.
I'm pissed about Sasha, though. I think he'd still be here if it weren't for the fact that my mother is an idiot. I told her that he'd died overnight, and her response was, "well, I'm sorry. I'd never overfed him before." Because, you know, it matters that you've never killed one of my pets before. That really makes me feel better.
I'm going to get a second betta to keep Sashimi company after the move. It's just so disheartening. I left college with four. I'm leaving home with just one. Proof that my house is toxic and lethal.
The good: I got a cute pair of dancing shoes on sale. These ones, to be exact. No more aching toes. They should arrive sometime next week.
The good: I got a mysterious LUSH package yesterday. Considering I'd not ordered any LUSH recently, I was a little perplexed. I looked around for a gift note, there was none. I also noted that it was sent to my old college address-- no one who knows me well enough to send a gift would have missed that I graduated in June. So. I looked at the "order placed" date. 11/22/04. As in last year. I went over all previous orders in my head before realizing that the body bar and soap that I got in the mystery package were the same exact ones I got others for gifts last year! I got a strange duplicate order, a year later. A gift from the bizarre LUSH fairy, I guess. Well. I'll use them as Christmas gifts, since I already have one of the two items, and I don't particularly need the other.
The bad: Sasha passed away last night. My third betta to die since I've been home. I know that like the others, he was just old, but he had the extra challenge in that he never recovered from being overfed to the point of near-death. Thanks, mom. And I was just saying yesterday how once he stopped being so sluggish, I was sure he'd be fine. This leaves me with one last fishie, Sashimi. Luckily, he's doing great. Swimming strongly, eating fine, not sick.
I'm pissed about Sasha, though. I think he'd still be here if it weren't for the fact that my mother is an idiot. I told her that he'd died overnight, and her response was, "well, I'm sorry. I'd never overfed him before." Because, you know, it matters that you've never killed one of my pets before. That really makes me feel better.
I'm going to get a second betta to keep Sashimi company after the move. It's just so disheartening. I left college with four. I'm leaving home with just one. Proof that my house is toxic and lethal.
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