Not to be defeated, the constable drove to the Superstore to get some outdoor LED's that were seriously on sale and we're to try again just as soon as he wins a virtual Superbowl or whatever other vitual football championship he might be playing at the moment. Speaking of Christmas decorations on sale, I picked up a tree the other day:
It was three dollars! And I picked up the little stockings and the green twinkly lights too, all of which were dirt cheap, which was awesome. The presents are all from the constable's fam., (one of which we think is beeping...what the heck is that???!) who sent a box of love earlier this week.
The festive house. I don't know if this is actually any better than a dark house. The constable went out to inspect our handiwork before he left for actual work and declared the whole thing rather 'ghetto'.
We're not exchanging gifts with each other at Christmas this year. We've just been too busy. We've decided to celebrate Festivus instead. As the constable won't let me put up a Festivus pole or have the traditional airing of grievances, I guess it won't be so much a traditional Festivus as a post-Christmas celebration. We'll pick something out after all the hoopla dies down (and is hopefully ridiculously on sale) and go get it then. This was the agreed upon rule, until I went to the mail box yesterday and saw an issue of Saltscapes with my name on it. My lovely hubby got me a subscription! Technically, it's still not a Christmas gift as he had the impression it wouldn't show up until January. Anyhow, I think it's a very lovely, thoughtful gift. Saltscapes is a Canadian east cost magazine full of all kinds of great stuff...recipes, local people, history, current events and topics...a very readable mag. It caught my eye as soon as we got out here and helped me get aquainted with the area. I love it.
To keep me busy over the holiday, I picked up two skeins of Briggs and Little Tuffy to make myself some very big, very thick, very wooly socks. I've said it before, I'll say it again...this is a drafty province. Slowly but surely, I am beating back the chill, one wooly layer at a time. At our last Knit Nite of '07, blogfree Donna let me play with her swift, and although I wasn't too swift about how it worked, I did catch on. I wound two lovely little yarn cakes and am now totally enraptured with the whole notion of a swift and ball winder. If this spinning workshop I'm taking in January sticks, I'm so getting all of the yarny toys.
And finally, here's my Hankles (he has kankles you know. I think he thinks his name is 'Hankles has Kankles!' cuz that's what I say to him all the time...it amuses me cuz it ryhmes.) He's 10 wks old today. I think I'll save Fridays for Hank updates, since he was born on a Friday. He went to the doctor today and was a very good boy about getting his shots and stuff sprayed up his nose. He's quite the ladies man already, as the women in the office, including the vet herself, are very taken with him. We were very encouraged about all of this as he's very cautious about anything new, and he was just settling into the car ride home when he barfed all over the back seat. Yep, that's my Hankles. His big stuffed buddy Rosco and his car blankie had to have a little wash this afternoon. Hank was a bit distressed about seeing his crate so Rosco-free. But, that's what happens when you barf on your friends.
And on that note, I shall take my holiday leave. Not sure what level of blogging will take place between now and the new year. Maybe no, maybe so. In any event, to all my bloggy friends, both new and old, have a very happy Festivus and a wonderful New Year! I'll be thinking of y'all as I chillax with my Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack and my hot chocolate and Bailey's. In fact, the kettle is boiling as we speak.
Until later...
Festivus unveiled on Seinfeld...these are all the bits where Festivus is discussed. I love Gerry Stiller.
