I started to write a post full of gift suggestions for the holidays, but it turns out that’s a lofty task when you don’t begin until 9:30 p.m. Especially after you haven’t slept well for the last three or six nights and are a wee bit tired.
Then I accidentally got caught up in an old episode of Happy Days where Fonzie and Pinky Tuscadero are in a demolition derby and Pinky gets hurt and ends up in the hospital. I can’t even express how much I wanted to be Pinky Tuscadero when I was little. She was just so cool and Fonzie really loved her and I always thought they’d end up together. I don’t know that there is a better role model for a young girl than a vivacious redhead who wears pink short-shorts and regularly participates in demolition derbys against the Mallachi brothers.
So I have no gift suggestions to offer you at the moment and P hasn’t even begun his list of gift suggestions yet and I don’t know when or if that will happen but I guarantee it won’t be before my outdoor lights are hung. I’m holding out hope the lights will happen sooner rather than later though because he mowed the yard yesterday which felt like a step in the right direction.
And speaking of lights, I have blown another fuse on the Christmas tree and, as of this writing, it is only half lit. I keep telling myself it’s not such a bad little tree, Charlie Brown, but it looks a little sad. I’d do something about it but I don’t really trust myself around electricity.
In other news completely unrelated to lights or Christmas, I seem to have incurred some type of injury to my Achilles tendon. So my Achilles heel is literally my Achilles heel. I could barely walk when I got out of bed yesterday morning which actually served as a great excuse to do nothing until around noon when the Advil and ice seemed to kick in. I’m not sure what else to do about it, but I know it needs to get better fast because this weekend is the annual Gulley and Mel Christmas shopping weekend and I’m going to need to be mobile.
(I don’t know why I just referred to myself in the third person just then.)
If anyone has any suggestions on what I should do about my tendon issue, I’d appreciate it. Just please refrain from any comments along the lines of “My cousin had that one time and it totally blew out and then he died.” I can go to a place of fear quite nicely all by myself. It’s a gift, really.
And if anyone has any great gift suggestions for Christmas, feel free to leave them in the comments. I’m always looking for great ideas.
And I posted this on Twitter yesterday but will repeat it here for those of you who aren’t on the Twitter. If you want a great mix of Christmas music, go to Pandora and put in Sixpence None The Richer (Holiday Mix). It will make you fourteen kinds of happy. I can’t take credit for this discovery, however, since one of you mentioned it in the comments last week.
I believe that is all.
Except I just wanted to tell you my Achilles tendon really hurts.
All my love,
Pinky Tuscadero
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