Oh what a world, what a world.

How was your Christmas? Mine was B-O-R-I-N-G. I did nothing. Not that there was anything to do.

Actually, I did do one thing. Dawn got me this awesome book for Christmas- Great Grilled Cheese (as we all know, that is my FAVORITE food-and I decided I wanted to try a recipe. This REALLY yummy sounding recipe. It involved bread (one slice with a hole), cheese, and an egg. I followed the recipe. 4 times. I wasted 6 eggs. I would have wasted more-if I had more. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get it right. I was sad out of my head. So, instead of the delicious feast I was hoping for, I had Funyuns . How sad is that? I was pretty damn disappointed, I’ll tell ya that.

Other than that, I was beside myself with boredom. I was is full on “wallowing in self-pity” mode. Nothing-not even the Big Freezer-was open. Looking out my window was like looking out onto an empty world. I did my round of calls, wishing the ones I love Merry Christmas, but I’ll admit it was hard to call Gam’s house and hear about the food, the games, and general fun that I did not participate in.

I did have a good friend-whom invited me over, but I declined-who called many times throughout the day to check on me. Eventually, he came over and played Yahtzee with me. Christmas was officially over by then, but it did cheer me up considerably.

You may be wondering-where were the Grays? Where were the cats that desperately want me to stay home every day? The ones who yell and scream when I go? Where was Landon, whom has thrown himself up against the door more than once? OH THEM???? They spent the whole, motherfucking day sleeping. Even when I tried to annoy them and wake them up-they just went back to sleep. Fucking good-for-nothing cats.

You would think ignoring me on Christmas would have been enough, right? WRONG! Landon is a little alarm clock. If I am at home, he will proceed to wake me up at 10 AM (virtually on the dot) if I am asleep. That cat can meow. LOUDLY. Ask anyone who has been over. Monday was no exception. I had gotten to bed late and was sleeping in and sure enough, the Lou alarm started sounding at 10. I ignored. Then, I paid for ignoring. The fucking cat shit on Gray’s pillow that is on the floor by the heater and pissed all over my friend’s bag that had been left after a trip last month. I have now spent $40 on some Urine getter goner, but I am pretty sure I am going to have to buy a new bag.

I also went and did a little shopping on Monday. My VCR (as part of my TV/DVD/VCR combo) has officially died and Target had a good deal on a DVD/VCR combo. This was good, as I am now able to hook up Tom’s (much bigger) TV and live the life of luxury. GOOD TIMES.

As it turns out, this was also a Christmas present for the Gray.

Finally, I received a package from my mother today-with all my stocking stuffers. She sent it in this box.

Am I the only one that sees a problem with this?

As you can see, I received quite a few packages at work yesterday-including a very cool gift from the Osborn Family to the Grays. Bad Grays.

La, La, La . . . back to real life. Well, I guess not really, since this week will be short and so will next. I have lowkey plans for New Years and that will be fun. I even plan on getting dressed up all schmancy. Just for the hell of it. I’ll take pictures, since you are all now doomed to pictures forever and ever.

Quote of the day:

“Well, my sandwiches turned out badly, but at least I had 2 pots of coffee”

Random pic: