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17 December Okay, you bad people. A couple of days ago I sent out a bunch of presents, all covered with dire warnings about not opening until Christmas. Yesterday I got a bunch of enthusiastic thank-you notes from the recipients, because every single one of them opened their packages immediately upon receipt! Everyone, that is, but the one person that I actually expected to rip it open like the Tasmanian Devil. Don't you people know the value of anticipation? Have you no self-control at all? What are you, houseflies? Should I have hand-delivered them and sat next to them with a gun? Okay, I set out more prezzies yesterday and the last of them are going out today, and I don't want any of you people even glancing in their general direction until 10a Christmas Day!
And, on that scolding note (though I must say I'm extremely happy about how thrilled everyone is!), I'm outta here. I have jillions of things to do today, including ignoring phone calls at work, and must get a wiggle on.
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