![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Io Saturnalia!
Dec. 26th, 2002 02:32 pmI have only one bone to pick with the universe.
If I'm going to get rear-ended right before Christmas by a woman attempting to drive despite having a migraine ... and if I'm going to be pestered by two insurance companies and a body shop for a week ... and if I'm going to be forced to leave my beloved car at the body shop for an undetermined period even though it's perfectly driveable and only missing a taillight ... and if I'm then going to discover that all sorts of things that I have great need of are stored in said car (such as my gym bag, my kid's swimsuit, the book weight that allows me to read and eat at the same time, my only umbrella, the CDs I like best, etc.) ... then would it be too much to ask that the loaner car not smell like the bottom of an ashtray?
Aside from that I'm quite pleased by the holiday. (Though there was a little difficulty last night with undercooked Cornish hens having to be finished off in the microwave -- I don't remember my mother ever crying over poultry, but since it happens every year at our house, it will undoubtedly be part of the kidlet's holiday memories.) Three well-behaved inches of snow fell on the 24th, and I sang so much at the Christmas Eve service that I came home hoarse, and the kidlet has decided that the couch-sized dollhouse their grandparents gave them ought to go in their room and not in the living room, and I paid off my credit card with my severance settlement so I won't be getting an unpleasant surprise come January. I hope all of you had a holiday that was this much to your liking.
As for gifts, here's the rundown:
( Read more... )
If I'm going to get rear-ended right before Christmas by a woman attempting to drive despite having a migraine ... and if I'm going to be pestered by two insurance companies and a body shop for a week ... and if I'm going to be forced to leave my beloved car at the body shop for an undetermined period even though it's perfectly driveable and only missing a taillight ... and if I'm then going to discover that all sorts of things that I have great need of are stored in said car (such as my gym bag, my kid's swimsuit, the book weight that allows me to read and eat at the same time, my only umbrella, the CDs I like best, etc.) ... then would it be too much to ask that the loaner car not smell like the bottom of an ashtray?
Aside from that I'm quite pleased by the holiday. (Though there was a little difficulty last night with undercooked Cornish hens having to be finished off in the microwave -- I don't remember my mother ever crying over poultry, but since it happens every year at our house, it will undoubtedly be part of the kidlet's holiday memories.) Three well-behaved inches of snow fell on the 24th, and I sang so much at the Christmas Eve service that I came home hoarse, and the kidlet has decided that the couch-sized dollhouse their grandparents gave them ought to go in their room and not in the living room, and I paid off my credit card with my severance settlement so I won't be getting an unpleasant surprise come January. I hope all of you had a holiday that was this much to your liking.
As for gifts, here's the rundown:
( Read more... )