Wednesday, December 4, 2013

More disappointment.

In continuation of there being no good in the world, I still don't have a llama love sweater.

Someone commented on a previous post I did about my situation (which means that someone other than my mom and Ashley has been reading, so that's fantastic). Apparently, life is all sparkles and rainbows over in her world since SHE FOUND A LLAMA LOVE SWEATER AT A J. CREW AND MADEWELL SAMPLE SALE yesterday in New York City. 

I can't speak further about it at the moment. She seems really nice, though, so at least the sweater is going to a good home.
My home is good too, Madewell. MY HOME IS GOOD, TOO.

PS. If you do a Google search under the 'shopping' category for "Llama Love sweater," this is what you get

It's December 4th, which means it's almost January 5th, which means Downton Abbey is almost back on.

Monday, December 2, 2013

While you were away

For 18 days, Alan will be here

(Yep, that's his photo. Ass.)

while I'm here

I had grand plans. I was going to write; I was going to read; I was going to watch Pride & Prejudice and Mean Girls on repeat.

Instead I've been eating cereal for dinner while watching the Esquire Channel and Modern Family re-runs.

I'll get the hang of this soon. In fact, I believe I'm missing a Modern Family episode right now. I've improved at least 200% I'd say.

On a similar note, it seems that I missed the memo the first few nights that Alan was away

Good thing I finally received that memo

*True. I have no idea how this happened.

Before Alan left, he was kind enough to leave me with a cough.


Anyway, I couldn't fall asleep Sunday night because I had to cough approximately every 10-13 seconds. Finally I decided to try drinking some hot water (?). It mini-worked and I was able to fall asleep until the middle of the night when I had to go to the bathroom. Then it took forever to fall back asleep because Winston & Walter were on crack.

I missed my alarm and woke up about 25 minutes before I had to leave for work. I took a 30 second shower, got dressed, and tried to make my lunch but spilled frozen corn all over my kitchen floor. I don't even know how that happened since I didn't touch the frozen corn. Mostly I laughed because what else can you do when there's frozen corn all over your floor, and then I left it there hoping cats love corn. Turns out, they don't. What made me a little miserable about the corn is that I cut each of those kernels BY HAND off ears of corn I got from my CSA.

After I got my lunch under control, I grabbed an english muffin to make at work for breakfast but dropped it in Winston & Walter's food bowl.

So anyway, that was my morning.

All of this, on top of *WALKING DEAD SPOILER ALERT* Hershel dying... I just can't take these last 24 hours. It's like there can be no good in the world.