Part of me is very concerned by the fact that ever since I stopped posting these past few weeks, suddenly this blog is getting consistent views day over day. I didn't intend to just stop posting, but it turns out that being unemployed left a lot more time for blogging! Alas, I have returned to my little home...
So what has been going on these past few weeks...(I'm awful at taking pictures of things that are going on, a trait my mother truly hates, so enjoy this smattering of things I randomly snapped.
We watched (or slept through) some Jazz.
I spent some time people watching in the CBD, becoming increasingly more frustrated by a busker playing the pipes (not bagpipes....plumbing pipes...hitting them with a thong/flipflop like a bloody science experiment) I never want to hear Seven Nation Army again for as long as I live.
I insisted everyone wear spacky hats and listen to Christmas music on repeat from about Mid-November. I spent over $100 on Christmas related costuming and I'm not even mad. Never too early to jingle those bells.....not even exaggerating, bells were involved.
I cleaned out my purse and realized that old age means constant aches and pains and a penchant for being prepared!
I spent Christmas Day with my family, they loved being with me. I'm very fun and exciting at parties.
Very. Fun. And. Exciting.
My brother sat behind the wrapping paper box while unwrapping Christmas presents which meant my Dad and I spent .2 seconds unwrapping and appreciating a gift and a whole minute crunching the paper into balls and lobbing it into the box using his skull as a backboard (It's a good thing I'm a bad aim!) The Court Jester was very unamused.
I responded to texts from younger friends out drinking with pictures of me drinking at home with my Dad. He made me retake this when he realized he forgot to pop up his peace sign..
I Christmas-partied until my bells fell off.
I rescued this little dog for the second time in a few weeks. We spent all day together while waiting for his owners....we have a bond now...
Buttons and Billy don't share that bond.
I watched my 18 and 20 year old brothers have a brutal lightsaber battle like the grown men they are becoming.
And I lay on the floor and withered in pain due to the really lovely 13cm and 6cm cysts occupying both of my ovaries.
Thankfully those suckers are getting kicked out on Thursday and I can finally un-duct tape the hot water bottle from my abdomen.
I'll report back post-op!
Happy 2020 suckers.
