Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Happy Soxing Day!

Forget Boxing Day, today is Soxing Day, wherein I put away all the lovely socks I got for Christmas and all my other Christmas loot. I was certainly blessed with lots of goodies this year, including eight pairs of socks. My gifts were fairly successful as well. Apparently, my niece put on her blue princess dress first thing and wore it all day long.

I'm not usually a day after Christmas shopper, but Lush was having a buy one get one or two free promo today, so I met Maresche at the store at 8 a.m., and then got a tour of her house and a chance to meet one of her cats (the notshy tiger one) and watch mini-Maresche be adorable (she even sat on my lap for a bit, such a cutie).

Because I've been short on sleep, I came home, ate a quick lunch and crashed for two hours. When I woke up, I called Doc because we'd made tentative plans for her to stop by so we could exchange Christmas gifts. She said she and her mom were out shopping and could come by in about an hour.

I did a flying tidy-up, and at the very last minute, put away the Willie molds that were sitting in the dish drainer. I was laughing to myself at the fact that I'd almost forgotten they were there! Then when they got here, turns out that Doc's mom was hurting too badly from sciatica to do anything but sit in the car and wait patiently for us. So we didn't have a chance to talk, but we did open presents and say thanks, and Doc absolutely made my day.

Back in July, I'd loaned her my copy of Small Gods. She read it and liked it so much she bought her own copy and one as a gift for a colleague. That's another notch on my enabler belt, and one that I'm awfully damn proud of.

Just call me a disciple of the Small Gods.

1 comment:

~~Silk said...

Hi! You visited my old blog today, and left a comment. As a blog-buddy of Becs and the Queen (Becs and I have slurped chocolate together, and the Queen inadvertently hooked me up with my current love), you are welcome to visit my new "home", at

I don't talk abouut humans anymore, so it's rather boring, but, well, the door's open.