- My ex-boyfriend, Birthday Boy, sent me a Merry Christmas e-card. This is the third time I’ve heard from him in a year; the first time was on my birthday when he sent me a Happy Birthday e-card but it didn’t even say “To Farrell” or “From Mike.” It simply said “Happy Birthday.” Then he sent me an email not long after—oh yeah, it was this summer—that gave me updates about him (because I was so wondering) and his family. He wanted to “hang out.” Which means he was home in STL for the summer from school and was bored and wanted to hook up. I wrote him back and said “Glad to hear all is well. We are all [me, Soph & the ‘rents] doing fine, thanks for asking. Have a great summer.” This time I wrote him back and wished him a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year; told him I hoped all was well. Don’t really care, but felt it rude not to at least acknowledge the card.
- I think it’s funny/weird that W. helps FB plan my gifts. He gave me a $30 gift certificate to Sephora and 4 picture coasters of Sophie. Clearly, NOT something he could have dreamed up on his own. Yes, I’m a bitch I should just be thankful. I am. But it also worries me when he’s “nice.” I gave him a $10 mug Sophie painted at the paint your own pottery place.
- My parents are impossible to shop for and even more impossible to please. They don’t need anything, they don’t want anything, and they won’t take money from me. When I told them of my summer plans, they informed me they are planning on going to Ireland (who knew?). So, in addition to the Sophie calendar I make every year, and the plate Sophie made them (again at the paint your own pottery place), I got them Celtic CDs, a deluxe street map of Ireland, and a grown-up guide book to the country. My mom’s response? “Oh, we didn’t tell you we were going until just the other day. Well. Thank you. This is very practical.” Uh huh.
- Don’t go see “National Treasure 3.” I know it’s a fantasy movie, but getting into the Queen of England’s desk and breaking into the Oval Office is even too far-fetched for my imagination. The whole thing was forced. Val made me do it.
- My house is an absolute disaster after all the frantic gift unwrapping. And I have to work tomorrow, though don’t think it will be such a rough day. Planning on 2-hour lunch and surfing the Internet (basically, just like every other day). Plan on drinking heavily tomorrow evening, just because I can, and I ain’t got shit to do on Friday! (or Thursday).
- Sophie’s reaction this morning when we entered the living room to see all the gifts Santa brought? “Yeah. Can I play with what Grandma & Grandpa gave me?” Which was a purple car with little people and a “camper.” LOVED it! Of course, later, her enthusiasm couldn’t be matched when she would start unwrapping and with great anticipation exclaim, “I can’t wait to see what the big surprise is!” Pics & video coming soon (I know you can’t wait!)