Oh LORD... the hating of Satchel is so high today. He keeps answering the phone "Merry Christmas, this is Satchel"... for whatever reason it is just bugging me. Have I mentioned that I hate that fucker lately? Well I do. A lot. More than a lot really. It's almost enough to ruin my festive mood today, but I am fighting like hell to keep it.
The baking bug has hit me hard so I will make some holiday goodies tonight and tomorrow morning before we go to Aaron's brother's house. I am making sugar cookies (if I can find the mix at the store; Fred Meyers was out this morning), fudge, Robyn's secret kiss cookies, peanut blossoms (the peanut butter cookies with a hershey's kiss on top) and possible some butterscotch oatmeal cookies, but those are way low on the priority list.
We also, or rather I also decided we should start a new tradition this year. We had discussed that when we have a family, we want everyone to open one gift on Christmas eve, said gift will be new Jammies, so all the pictures taken the next morning are in clean, unratty, non-worn out Jammies. We were going to wait until next year until I got a bug up my ass and decided to call Aaron this morning as I left Fred Meyers at 7:40 am, saying "I am going to make your life a little more difficult today"... he still has one more thing to buy me and I told him that all jammies at fred's are 50% off and the really cute pink fleece pants are 10 bucks and in front of the ladies underwear on a table. Heh, I'm lucky I married a good sport.
So the car dealers were on crack last night... the inside of the car we test drove was disgusting. The quality of the interior was probably an 8 out of 10... but it was diry and gross and fucking sticky. I complained a bit about it, I mean come on... fix it up a LITTLE BIT! Then the fuckers said that they wanted us to put down 2200 on a 2500 dollar car... with tax and licensing it would have been a bit over 2700... so they wanted us to finance 500 bucks? I think when Aaron asked about the head gasket they decided they wanted it to be a cash car so they didn't have to do a warranty. Bastards.
Probably won't be back to post until after the holiday so have a good one!
this morning I sat and unwrapped our wedding favors... I knew we had some kisses left over, but damn... now you see why I'm making cookies that use them?
"perhapth if I thnuggle in under my pillow fort no one will bother me and I can finally get that thleep I tho detherve... now if thomeone could jutht turn off the lightth."
"How bout getting that fuckin camera out of my fuckin face?"
Asa is a cat of few words.
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