2. I intended to get that huge, ever-growing stack of essays scored, but I went to Arby’s with my husband and his mother and then came home and sewed was just too busy.
3. I haven’t taken my pile of Christmas boxes-to-be-mailed to the Post Office/FedEx yet. However, I do have these boxes packed and sealed, which means, I’ve done the shopping and the wrapping and the tagging and the boxing-up, which is, admittedly, usually the part I put off until December 23 the last minute. So I’m still ahead there.
4. My cats will eat anything, and I do mean anything. They will not, however, touch the cat food I bought at the Dollar Tree, even though it was a name brand they usually like. This tells me something creepy, but I’m not sure what. And, I haven’t discarded it yet, because hello, a dollar?
5. I haven’t put away the clean dishes yet. This is significant. . . why? Because I found my beautiful Holiday Joy pattern on eBay and scored a huge load of plates for a song, and they got here before my families’ reunion so everybody will have a Christmas plate this year! I unloaded the box and loaded the dishwasher and ran them through twice because stranger-dirt is an unknown quantity you just never know, and here I sit not putting my new dishes away because I’m inherently lazy I’m busy.
6. I still can’t figure out how to fold a king fitted sheet. I mean, I KNOW how, but the sheet never cooperates. It’s the sheet’s fault. I’m doing it right.
7. My pills that I’m supposed to take first thing in the morning? I haven’t taken them yet. Oops.
8. I still haven’t ever seen a single Oprah, nor have I ever watched a reality show.
9. I never would have believed I would ever think, let alone say/write, this: I do not read the newspaper any more. It’s so full of inaccuracies, misspellings, horrendous grammar, just plain bad writing, and bias, that the temptation to write a letter to the editor is almost overwhelming; however, I haven’t done it yet. Reading the newspaper at the end of the day was such an ingrained habit: something to look forward to at the beginning of the winding-down time after work. . . keeping up and catching up with the local news. . . but what used to be a local paper has disintegrated into a multi-county catch-all, and there is very little about my own community in it now. So, since the powers-that-be in charge of the newspaper are no longer interested in me, I feel no qualms about returning the favor. Ironically, there is more news about my locality in a big city paper than in the smallish not-really-local paper. (I read several big newspapers online; I just don’t subscribe to any, nor do I read what used to be a local paper any more.) Plus, I get my comic strips in my email. 🙂 but I haven’t written a letter to the editor. Yet.
10. It will probably come as no surprise to most of you if I confess that I am a person who loves to send Christmas cards. I’m not soliciting; I’m just telling you that I love to send Christmas cards to my family and friends whether they send one to me or not. However, I have not “made them out” yet.
Okay, I confess. I really miss reading a local newspaper. If someone started one that focused on the national news and the local news from this area, I’d subscribe in a whipstitch. But listen, publishers, if you really think I’m going to wade through five or six counties’ worth of yard sale ads trying to find some that are close by, you’re sadly mistaken. I am not interested in what the schools four counties away are serving for lunch, either.
Mamacity is whiny tonight.