Just because I didn’t show you a picture of yesterday’s Christmas mug doesn’t mean I didn’t TAKE a picture of yesterday’s coffee mug.
Henry was obsessively fetching his magenta mouse, as per usual, and also, what looks better with a red mug than an enormous old cranky black and white cat? Whose team most of you are on, may I add.
I also, lucky you, took a photo of today’s mug.
Oh! In other really important news, remember the other day when I photographed my front porch (and no, I don’t mean my chestal region)? I was disturbed by our autumnal welcome mat. It contained an owl saying, “Whoooooo’s there?” Marvin picked it out. What can I tell you. So I went to Target and spent $8 that I shouldn’t have on a Christmassy one.
Joy to the world! June has a mat. Place.your.FedEx.box.here! Let every preeeesent, be forrrr meeee.
Okay, I’ll stop.
Oh! But no I won’t. Because I also wanted to show you the disturbing Santa light cover my mother got me last year.
You put this over your porch light? And his face lights up maniacally, scaring little children and ruining their holiday. Yay!
I guess that’s all I have to tell you about Christmas in my house thus far. Today I have to have a filling replaced, so it has cast a pall over everything else. Do you do that? Do you spend your whole day dreading the dentist and being unable to enjoy anything, because you know later you will be having your face drilled? Perhaps it’s not the best way to deal with it, but it’s what I do.
Yesterday I went to a lunch at a friend’s house, and it was a delightful lunch that included lasagna, and who isn’t delighted to get lasagna? Anyway, I noticed she wasn’t eating, and she said she’d been at the dentist all morning getting a crown.
There is no way I could throw a lunch party for six or seven people the day I was also getting a crown. I’d be on Valium or Xanax or something, (a), and (12), I’d have to go home and go to bed and decompress after. I do not understand it when people can just charge through life in a strong manner.
I will not be taking a Xanax for the filling replacement, by the way. I figure I can be tough through this one. But my next crown? Valley of the Dolls.
Okay, then. Everyone have a delightful day. Don’t worry about me. And my MOUTH SURGERY. Or anything.
P.S. I forgot I was gonna show you the Christmas presents I sent to my mother. I am really bad at wrapping gifts, but what I lack in talent I made up for in glitter and gaudiness. I will abstain from Liberace jokes at this juncture.