Bestie’s on tap to redo ma ‘do tomorrow night which is a good thing. I haven’t seen so much grey since dude at the Halloween party dressed as Fifty Shades of Grey. Lame costume, BTW dude. I can paste a bunch of paint swatches to myself and proclaim it a costume too… in fact I do that almost on a daily basis. It makes for a fun and interesting conversation piece. You should try it. They love me at work. “What’s that colour you’re wearing today, KJ? Ecru? What’s that?” and then I have to explain the colour palette and the colour wheel and what colours go with others…it’s all very artistic and shit. Totally worth the hour it spends duct-taping those swatches to ma pants. What? OH, you thought I would tape those to ma shirt? Most people look at the asses of others. True stat. Look it up. So, I tape the swatches to ma ass. There’s more space… It’s like the size of Quebec down there, so pahlenty of swatch taping room….
Christmas is coming! Only 28 more days, in case you were all wondering and didn’t have a calendar handy and can’t count. I’ve done all the work for you. Consider it your Christmas present. Merry Christmas! You. Are. Welcome.
I know there are those who walk among us who loathe Christmas and all it stands for, but I am not one of those people. I fucking love it. I love the music, I love the lights, I love the decorations and I love the excitement and shit. I’m not down with the whole ‘Christmas Magic’ b.s. That’s not me, but Christmas day is the BEST day. I guess because the kids are older and we all just hang out in our jammies and put the fire on, play Christmas music, down all the chocolate one can eat in an hour and then eat turkey and pie and drink wine. Well, I drink the wine while I cook the turkey. It’s amazing we have a dinner on the table at all.
Now that D1 is over the legal age for consuming alcohol, I don’t feel so awkward handing her a glass of white wine to toast at dinner. Not that I’ve let that stop me. A couple of years ago, her bestie’s mom had a hissy fit with the news that I ‘allowed’ my daughter to have a glass of wine at Christmas dinner. No shit. She went Bat shit crazy. She must have had some issues around alcohol to have a fit about ma kid having a bit of wine at a family dinner that she was not a part of and had no business commenting on. Maybe she was drunk when she said that. Or had some bad crack. Some people can’t handle their liquor. Or their drugs. Maybe she took the drugs BECAUSE she was drunk…apparently that’s all the rage now. AND, making ranty videos WHILE you’re drunk. I think I should so do that. It could make me a more famous drunkard that what I already am. Either way, we kinda don’t talk…it’s a good thing.
I’ve been having conversations with myself all day, and it’s pretty freakin’ scary. Most of the discussions have been religious based (not sure what that’s about) and I tuned in to watch Long Island Medium last night just to see the whole scam at work, when she was going to do a ‘past life regression’ session with her ‘spirit guide’. I think I want to do that. I wanna see what awesome past life I can reconnect with to freak people out at parties. Maybe I was a saloon girl in the Wild West and helped Billy the Kid shoot up a couple of towns. Or maybe I was a business tycoon on Wall Street and was murdered because of my totally bad ass money making skills that resulted in the downfall of the Russian mob. Or maybe I was a spy that got turfed into the ocean when divulging secrets to the Americans and got caught by the mean Italian mafia who decided instead of shooting me, they would see if ma swimming skills were up to par. Probs not. Or, maybe I was a pirate. Yeah! That would be way more exciting and more accurate given my penchant for eye patches and alcohol. Hmmm….
Yeah…maybe I was a directionally challenged pirate named Kevin and got lost out at sea and floated aimlessly for months, dying from starvation, scurvy and yukky sea gulls pelting at me, while I was searching for the lost treasure of Red Beard and his Angry Band of Asshats. Excellent.
Totally worth it if there’s a treasure map involved…I’ll let you know if I regress far enough to remember the map. Of course I’ll get lost trying to follow the damn thing….