I’m grumpy. I’m still coughing. And my GP doesn’t know what the hell is going on with my other stuff so now I get to go see a specialist. Yay!!
In case you were worried….don’t be. It’s not anything life-threatening. It just leaves me feeling tired all the time. But hopefully it will get sorted soon because there are about a million gazillion other things I would like to spend my money on. Cross your fingers for me, k?
Tom’s surprise finally came for me in the mail. It was an eternity of waiting. Actually, it was only like a week. Tom often buys me things, usually practical but sometimes fun, and then tells me I have a surprise coming because he loves to see me squirm. I hate surprises. Actually, that’s not true at all. I love surprises, so much that I think he should always immediately tell me what the surprise is so I can go ahead and start enjoying it….even if the enjoyment is only in my head.
I try to trick Tom into telling me sometimes. We’ll be out for a walk or cooking dinner or watching a movie or something and suddenly, out of the blue, I’ll SUPER quickly say, “What’s coming for me in the mail?” I have this idea that if I surprise him and ask the question really quickly, that he’ll open his mouth without thinking and say, “A box of baby lemurs from Madagascar.” or “Tigger sneakers!” And then he’ll say, “Damn it, Leah, you’re good! Now you know.”
At least, in my head that’s how it goes. But he never falls for my well thought out tricks. He’s a smart one, that boy.
And now, as usually happens when I mention lemurs, I have to add a picture. I might be obsessed.
And just in case you were wondering, these are Tigger sneakers.
I want them. How could I ever be grumpy or have a bad day if I could slip on some orange and black striped sneakers with a tail? I think it’d be impossible.
So, the surprise came. And alas, it was neither baby lemurs nor funky sneakers.
It was a Sonicare toothbrush.
Be still my heart.
I’m kidding. I was actually quite pleased when I opened the box. I love a good electric toothbrush. It’s like a massage for your teeth. Tom did good.
Sooooo….those sneakers would still make a great Christmas present. Just sayin’….
And early Christmas presents are always the best kind. Again, just sayin’.
Every single person going for an evening walk past our house is annoying me. Partially because the whole front part of our house is windows and people just seem to be drawn to staring inside our house. At night this isn’t bad, because the shades can be pulled down, but during the day it’s really annoying.
Sometimes, when I feel like living on the edge, I run naked from my bedroom to the bathroom when I’m about to shower. I live a crazy life.
Maybe those people are annoying me right now because they’re all couples and they’re all holding hands.
I am a fortress of one.
I gotta get out of this mood so I’m going to listen to “Coconut” by Harry Nilsson and dance while I make dinner. That usually cheers me up.
Maybe I’ll REALLY live on the edge and do it naked with the windows open.
And thanks in advance for my Christmas present.
Just in case someone beats you to the Tigger sneakers there’s this as well….
I wouldn’t use it frivolously, I promise. Only on REALLY bad days. And it would be for other people’s benefit. They’d know to stay away from me and that would keep them safe.
So really, it’s a very kind t-shirt and is indicative of my giant heart.
After posting this blog I went to cook dinner and started “Coconut” and I was all happy for a minute. And then the next song came on and it was “One”. You know….”one is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do.”
Even Harry Nilsson is on my shit list today.