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Indeed -- Francine is here with her sister and they're doing a holiday house cleaning for me!! She's AWESOME. Every room is spotless now and tidy; so I can finally relax about "getting things organized." Yayyyyyyz.

Tonight, Z and I are celebrating our Christmas at his place. I'm making some homemade beef pot pies, and he's cooking some good, southern cornbread. Yum. We're going to exchange our presents and watch a couple of movies we each respectively wanna see. It'll be nice and laid back, no pressure, and relaxed now.

While Francine and sis started cleaning, I got Christmas boxes mixed up. Kelsey's and Z's were both wrapped similarly.


Yeah. So We all three sat round puzzling over five boxes, one of which was Z's, trying to figure out WHICH. I defer to the photos I posted yesterday, since the real truth and secret is IN THAT PHOTO, BUT OH NOES, I DIDN'T PAY ATTENTION.

Francine was a little too gleeful, tearing through the paper, and LOOKING AT THE PRESENTS. lolol. It was funny. She saw the scarf with ferrets on it, and was all tickled, like a child, wanting one for herself :) If I had the extra buckage, I'd go get her one. Finally, after allllll that unwrapping and my efforts, I realized...the shiny BIG RED ONE in the middle of the table was Z's...and we weren't even close to it. WTSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Aftewards, Francine asked what was in the box and I told her. Big mistake. She kept going back to the bag where I have all his presents, peeking inside at the red shiny one, threatening to open it. Finally, she grabbed the phone and asked Z's permission.

Fran was DETERMINED TO GET IN THE RED BOX, and so she did. lol. It wasn't a disappointment for her (LOL! Like they're her presents), and she was as delighted opening it as if it WAS her gift. Too funny. So her sister rewrapped that one, but I'm still left with the task of wrapping ALL THESE other ones that Fran just HAD to tear in to.

Yay. The thrill that never ends. Ain't nothin' normal going on around here.

So we got into a big discussion about race and tolerance. We were all in agreement about simple-minded people -- both black and white -- who hate for no good reason, and use the color of one's skin as a reason to hate. I'm not racist, nor is Francine which is probably why we get along so well and have for years. I love her to death and she knows more about me than anyone on this planet. Yes, this includes my deep dark secrets.

So it's been a productive, pleasurable day with fun phone calls and the company of Francine et al. :) I'm about to chillax and watch "The Quiet American" while they finish up. Then, it's off to cook deenar.


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Dec. 24th, 2007 07:11 pm (UTC)
Way to go, Francine! Gosh, I'm just a little envious... I'd LOVE to have a Cleaning Fairy. Or, more specifically, a De-Cluttering and Disposing-Of-Old-Junk Fairy... this house has waaaaay too much hoarded stuff.

A magic Carpet-Cleaning Fairy that could totally eliminate cat poo/puke/pee stains from this house would be much appreciated as well... sigh.
Dec. 24th, 2007 07:17 pm (UTC)
She really is a Godsend. She's great at decluttering, organizing and cleaning EVERYTHING (including dusting off books, etc.). I'm very lucky to have her in my life! :)
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Dec. 26th, 2007 10:16 pm (UTC)
Iiiiiiiiiii see...we know what's on your mind! lol :)
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Dec. 28th, 2007 08:10 am (UTC)
LOL! I don't know what glitch is happening in my mind. Usually, it's in the gutter too, but now? WTH. It's bored with me, I think :D
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