Well, mostly. I think I've burned out on Bubbles & Baubles, but at lease what may be my last post there is one that makes me happy. I enjoyed making up the polish bags, and I'm pleased to have gotten rid of a tiny portion of my ridiculous polish stash.
The probate court has adopted a family for Christmas, and I got to go shopping for a 4 year-old girl. I found some pants, a cute sweater and a Minnie Mouse sweatshirt and pants set, and then found the winter coat I've been wanting for two years. Instant karma!
The courthouse café sends postcard with a coupon every month to the folks on their mailing list, and for December, my coupon was buy one sandwich get one free. Instead of tossing it, I took it down when I bought my lunch on Thursday, and told the cashier to use the free sandwich for the next person to get one. That happened as I was waiting for my sandwich, and it turns out that I bought lunch for one of the domestic court judges. :-) Then I went out and bought a couch from a local business. :-D
Yesterday wasn't very pleasant, because instead of doing my work, I was docketing extensions filed by idiots who didn't get their filings done in time and don't want to be cited. But we got raises for next year, and the day eventually ended.
Today I was at Mom's, aka the second job, and in addition to my usual boring paperwork, I got to make gingerbread cookies and cut out ninja shapes for my nephew to decorate. I even figured out how to work the convection oven by myself!
My brother, sister-in-law and nephews will be here for Christmas, I have the 23rd through the 25th off and the last of my presents are scheduled to arrive on Monday. The house is warm, the dog is getting fat, and all is well.
Love to all of you who took the time to read this--you're what Vio calls "Friends as Family" and you're a big part of why I'm content.
4 comments:
You seems a sparkle of year-end sunshine, which I applaud, but aren't you endangering your curmudgeon status?
For god's sake, yell at someone to get off your lawn, pull up their pants, or to get a haircut.
Oh, get off my lawn and go getcher hair cut! (Your pants are fine)
Better, but you forgot to brandish your cane.
Hmpf. Can't brandish with wet nails, ya whippersnapper.
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