New iMacs are fun. (Take THAT, technojinx.)
New iMacs from Santa are especially fun.
New iMacs that Santa not only delivered, but also set up in all the boring ways (installing software etc) are the best fun of all.
Mommy might be kissing Santa Claus quite a lot to properly express her appreciation.
(Oh, happy new year and that, everybody. I'm a little distracted right now. You know how it is.)
He did it again. This time with the kitchen and bathroom cupboards. I can't tell you how exciting this is... or rather, I could try, but this would only serve as evidence for the "I am boring" hypothesis, which I really am not that keen to prove.* So we'll just take a moment to meditate on the glory of well ordered closets, and move on.
Folks, I've had a sucky week. Blame the weather, blame my hormones, blame the alignment of the planets, but it started out sucky and got worse. The most (but by no means only) suck came from the semi unexpected discovery that I had to re-interview for my own job. Because of perfectly reasonable rules and such, *not* because I'm not performing well, but naturally it does feel... not great. Officially, right now, I'm unemployed. But I'm going in on Wednesday to carry on doing my job, and presumably, I'll be told at that point that I get to stay.
It's all very odd.
However. Until then I have 5 days to mope do useful and fun things at home, and prepare for the really rather cool upcoming Stitch n Bitch Day, and I have a goodly supply of hot chocolate, and tonight I'm going to see an amazing show that I've been looking forward to for months, so frankly I have no choice but to cheer up. Am I right?
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* Thanks to those of you who say otherwise. I would like to emphasise however that I do *not* believe my feelings of boringness to be the result of finding my friends boring; I find them as interesting and cool as ever. Although possibly part of the problem is simply that I find clubbing boring, for the nonce, which gives us less to do together.
So for the past six months or so, much to my personal disgust, I haven't had much chance to enjoy my husband's company. Instead of spending all his leisure hours working for me, as by rights he should, he has been staying out till all hours with another sexy redhead entirely.* A "colleague" with whom he has been working on a "special project". Sharing "ideas".
Apparently that wasn't all total fabrication, either, because the world will soon see the fruits of their labour. And this project is apparently considered "intriguing", and could even "help journalism get its soul back".
Not bad for a crazy little idea hatched late at night in my Beloved's fevered brain.
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* An actual adult human female, yes. I realise that I abuse the term somewhat, so I thought I'd better make that clear.
My husband is a god.
If I'd known what he was going to do, I would have taken before and after photos. But then, if I'd known what he was going to do, I would have felt guilty that I wasn't helping him.*
So you'll just have to take my word for it:
He has created order where there was chaos.
He has faced the beasts of the darkness, and destroyed them.
He has taken an imperfect world and fashioned it anew.
He has — now think hard about all this implies — he has cleaned out the shed.
There were spiders in there. And... and... and stuff. A metric shitload of stuff. And it's all still there, apparently, but magically, there is also space. Space for a lawnmower and two bicycles and at least one person! I seriously don't know how this happened.
I am in awe.
(Also, he has cut the out-of-control bush that was blocking the path to our front door waaaay back. I was really impressed with that, but that was just the entree.)
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* No, I wouldn't have actually done any helping. Don't be ridiculous.
