This is just a quickie to fulfill the Holidailies daily quota. Don’t want to fall under the horizontal line of Holidailies doom and gloom!
Tonight I made macaroni and cheese for dinner—out of the Kraft box, even—to go with the leftover chili as a kind of Build-Your-Own-Chili-Mac. Mmmmm. But I hope The Beau never learns what the expiration date on the box was, or he won’t eat a bite of the leftovers!!!
I have to make a to-do list of stuff I should be doing before this weekend, so I won’t forget:
- Research and write the Movies This Week entry, STAT!
- Remember to buy garbage bags later. You can never have enough!
- Get my final Christmas present shopping done for The Younger Niece, The Sister-in-Law, and the-child-of-a friend-who-is-throwing-a-Christmas-party-this-weekend that-Sweetiepantsbeausiebutt-and-I-are-attending.
- Figure out what to wear to the dinner party tomorrow night, which is a holiday party for my boyfriend Mr. Awesome’s office.
- Pick a new Netflix movie. I may bring Bad Santa home for my dad to watch. That movie totally rocks my world, but it’s not so much for everyone!
Have I hit 50 words yet? I don’t want to get in trouble with … er … me. Ha! Hopefully I can “write ahead” this weekend. Or is that cheating? Ooops!
*perspicaciousness (n.)—Acute discernment; shrewdness.
This entry is dedicated to The Usual Suspects, a group that has amply demonstrated their passion for various writing styles employed above. Enjoy.
Thanks for the treatise on chick flicks (not this entry) and the update on your Netflix queue. Thanks for Holidailies and the world must know: are you a drawstring garbage bag person, or a handle tie bag person?
I used to be a drawstring bag acolyte until my boyfriend converted me to the mystic path of the cheap garbage bag with the twist-ties. Half the time I don’t even use the ties, we just twirl the bag until it’s shut or knot up the top. (We have a lot of room left at the top because we have a small garbage can.)
Was that too much information about my garbage bag practices? Or should I discuss the recycling bin as well?
Jette, you are my personal hero. I was in the world’s shittiest mood this morning, until I read this.
I love you.
Sweetiepantsbeausiebutt?
I’m late, but I wanted to say that is so fucking twee that I love it.