My phone is being totally weird. I'm not seeing missed call notices, and I'm getting voicemails something like a week after the fact. I just got one that Brooke sent (presumably) on Friday, as well as two from Bart from last week. Oh gee thanks, Verizon.
So. If you need to get ahold of me and I can't reach my phone, please send me a text message! Those get through just fine, apparently.
*Most of my holiday shopping is done. I have a couple of odds and ends, but I've got it all under control.
*I have Tex cookies! Nutmeggy, peppermint stick-y, chocolatey goodness! :)
*A mixup with my Fantasy Bath order resulted in me getting a crapload of free product. Merry Christmas to me! Their customer service rocks. I also slipped a Jai Mahal scrub in my Villainess gift order. 'Cause I sold a lot of jewelry yesterday... I can afford to splurge just a little.
*Ariel told me that I looked like a "big homosexual cranberry" last night. Not entirely sure what that means, but I was entertained.
*I have no obligations tonight, so I am going to chill. Considering my level of social exhaustion of late, I am excited to be able to take a couple nights to myself.
*Considering today began with me ending my first conversation with my boss with, "excuse me, I have to go knife myself in the head now," it didn't end up being a bad day at all. Sara wins points for being entertaining as a) her mother once had a pet alligator who bit off some guy's arm and b) her husband's first high school girlfriend was Michell Williams of Dawson's Creek and bearing-Heath-Ledger's-child fame. He said she has duck lips.
*I was thinking I might be thoroughly bizarre and have a James Spader movie festival at some point in the near future. I just don't get what my thing for pre-blimped Spader is. He's so unnerving. And yet I'd totally do any pre-Boston Legal incarnation of Spader. I am sufficiently shamed. Alternate plan: Daniel Day Lewis festival.
*Shaun emailed and Jenny texted and this makes me happy 'cause they both, well, make me happy. Woot.
