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impyStill so many AG things to catch up on, but it's cold and I'm hungry and also I don't want to do it yet. So I shall not.
I don't normally do resolutions, but this year I think I'm going with use up more of the crap I've got around the house. And I say crap lovingly, really. I've got a million Scentsy bars. I don't need a million of them, so let's use 'em up. Ditto for some of my five billion lip balms. Gonna go through the stack o' magazines I've managed to accumulate in the last few months and get rid of them. Stuff like that.
As far as I can tell, it did not snow last night though I did check a billion times throughout the night. Mom and I watched Captain America: Civil War because she's been trying to watch that for ages but couldn't tell who everyone was. That's why I'm here. Obviously.
The new TV is pretty awesome but I could do without whatever setting it has that makes everything look like it's filmed like a soap opera. I thought I'd toggled that off but apparently not. It was very distracting for the first hour of the movie.
I'll admit I'm a little bummed that the first NYE I've had off in years wasn't more of a thing, but absolutely no one got back to me. No one. Rude. Still, I enjoyed how I spent the evening so there's that. Mostly.
Apparently, and I wouldn't know this because I've worked NYE since we moved out of the house, and that was four/five years ago, our neighbors are idiots. The ones across the parking lot set off fireworks over our side of the parking lot. Widget opened his window and found pieces of one there. Funny how that pissed him off, but the idiots pointing said fireworks at him and Mom as they got out of the car did not. I thought I was going to have to either call the cops or channel my inner bitch because what kind of fuckwit doesn't realize that hey, you don't aim fireworks at someone else or their house... but then I watched another set of idiots nearly blow up a car and I realized that the people of James Island are smarter than the people around here.
There are so many things wrong with that one statement that I feel the need to hide under a blanket until I forget I even thought it, let alone said it.
Spent this afternoon re-reading Return of the Evil Twin and it is still as fantastically bad as always. I will never not crack up at Nora's sad lament that there is no New Hampshire and I will also never stop wishing for an AU where Margo, Nora, or the pair combined succeeded in taking out a Wakefield twin. Maybe this will be the year I actually write that.
Or not.
I should probably rinse out the various recyclables and take them out before the sun completely disappears. Must... not be lazy.
I don't normally do resolutions, but this year I think I'm going with use up more of the crap I've got around the house. And I say crap lovingly, really. I've got a million Scentsy bars. I don't need a million of them, so let's use 'em up. Ditto for some of my five billion lip balms. Gonna go through the stack o' magazines I've managed to accumulate in the last few months and get rid of them. Stuff like that.
As far as I can tell, it did not snow last night though I did check a billion times throughout the night. Mom and I watched Captain America: Civil War because she's been trying to watch that for ages but couldn't tell who everyone was. That's why I'm here. Obviously.
The new TV is pretty awesome but I could do without whatever setting it has that makes everything look like it's filmed like a soap opera. I thought I'd toggled that off but apparently not. It was very distracting for the first hour of the movie.
I'll admit I'm a little bummed that the first NYE I've had off in years wasn't more of a thing, but absolutely no one got back to me. No one. Rude. Still, I enjoyed how I spent the evening so there's that. Mostly.
Apparently, and I wouldn't know this because I've worked NYE since we moved out of the house, and that was four/five years ago, our neighbors are idiots. The ones across the parking lot set off fireworks over our side of the parking lot. Widget opened his window and found pieces of one there. Funny how that pissed him off, but the idiots pointing said fireworks at him and Mom as they got out of the car did not. I thought I was going to have to either call the cops or channel my inner bitch because what kind of fuckwit doesn't realize that hey, you don't aim fireworks at someone else or their house... but then I watched another set of idiots nearly blow up a car and I realized that the people of James Island are smarter than the people around here.
There are so many things wrong with that one statement that I feel the need to hide under a blanket until I forget I even thought it, let alone said it.
Spent this afternoon re-reading Return of the Evil Twin and it is still as fantastically bad as always. I will never not crack up at Nora's sad lament that there is no New Hampshire and I will also never stop wishing for an AU where Margo, Nora, or the pair combined succeeded in taking out a Wakefield twin. Maybe this will be the year I actually write that.
Or not.
I should probably rinse out the various recyclables and take them out before the sun completely disappears. Must... not be lazy.