Winston, on my lap today. Do you enjoy my heart pajamas?
You know what was a brilliant idea? The idea that, hey, I'll just pop into Target for some Mucinex. On SATURDAY, DECEMBER FOURTEENTH.
Still, it was nowhere near as busy as it would've been in LA. Ditto for the post office, whose doorstep I darkened yet another Saturday. This time there was a bit of a line, and when it was my turn I said to the woman, "I have something unusuall for you; I have some Christmas boxes I need to send."
And you know she didn't smile? What a crabapple. I can't imagine why she'd feel stressed at this time of year.
It is hard for me to say "Christmas" and not "Kermis," because back when we were engaged, my grandmother–not that I was engaged to my grandmother. She asked, but I just wasn't ready to commit–gave Marvin the Christmas list I made for her in about 1972, which would have made me seven years old. It is titled "Chirmas Lest" and I ask for exciting things such as a white belt and "underpantch," which, hello mom. Nice telling me what to ask for for Christmas. Or Kermis. So, yeah, my misspelling in 1972 has resulted in Marvin and me mispronouncing it to sound like Kermis for 11 years now, and it is right up there with how I always want to say "big-bone-ded" instead of big-boned, which is an old family joke and I will bet anyone on my mother's side has trouble not saying big bone-ded.
And yes, we do also pronounce it "underpantch," as well. I imagine listening to us talk is a lot like when twins make up their own language or whatever.
So ANYWAY, the balls are up!
Marvin spent eleventy hours this morning with his Jewish self, hanging lights and balls. Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel…
Winston got all manly and helped him too. He was quite proud of himself.
We also put up our tree this week, which is my first fake tree ever. Last year I got a North Carolina tree and immediately ceased breathing for the three weeks it was in our house, and also broke out in a lovely rash all over my chestal region, because I am sexy that way. What is up with people being allergic to trees all of a sudden? My whole life I've had a real tree and all of a sudden I get all verklempt.
So I decided if I had to have a fake tree I was going really fake.
Hello, drag queen tree. Seriously, I love it. It is like Liberace's tree. Getting a fake tree was the best thing that ever happened to me. It totally fits with my glitter and boas and over the top thing I like to do at Kermis.
Here is a close-up of one of my grandmother's ornaments that I now have. Most of my ornaments are silver and gold (surprise! Miss Piggy called. Wants her taste back), but I love my grandmother's things, too.
Anyway, after running around all day I got home right at sunset and as I turned the corner I squealed!
Look at our cool lights! Cars were stopped looking at them! Should I tell them how easy it was?