Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells

Jingle all the...you get the idea.



I wish my tree did. The lack of proper branches up top has left my star in a precarious position. Sadly, it's leaning towards one side. I'm going to have to take string or twine or something Kashi would eat and wrap up two or three of those branches to get the star to stand up. The lights are on, but I have no hooks for the ornaments. I just ain't feeling Christmas-y this year, kiddies. Tonight I'll be at Connolly's after work, hoisting a glass to silliness and cheer (sigh), and tomorrow is the Christmas party I've convinced all the "underlings" to attend. No one, and I mean NO ONE, wants to go to this thing. Why, I don't know. I say free food tastes better. I also say that my black sweater and pants would look nicer if Muffin hadn't sat on them, but that's just her way. Cats say "I Love You" by sitting on your clothes. Or maybe they just say "Screw it. It's warm."



10 days to go. Macy's is a zoo, and I'm not impressed with Rock Center's tree this year. It's a shorty: only 72 feet. The first year I was there it was the highest ever for that decade: 96 feet. I even played Snoopy last night and nothing. What's gotten into me? Blah, humbug. Maybe if Linus could quote scripture to me with a blue blanket, would all be right in my world? I wonder.



All I can say is I live for Starbucks's Peppermint Mocha. It's heavenly. What's a holiday without proper beverages? Even Huey, my favorite comic strip character, is struggling to find purpose this year. Jazmine is back, and he's telling her Santa is a fugitive stuck in a Hungarian jail. Gotta love that Huey. So political for a 10 year old. Good thing he'll always be 10. When I was 10, my Atari 2600 was what I lived for. Q-Bert was the best game ever. Can't say I understand the playstation and XBox mania. My new tv and answering machine have made nicey-nicey with each other. Now I can go from tons of videos to tons of DVD's. I've made the switch. Lucky me.



Why am I so Grinchy? I just can't shake it. Ugh, and I need to buy scotch tape. I have to get those gifts out in the mail. Maybe I should buy a Bratz doll for myself.



Feh.