Well, the Christmas decorating I had planned for tonight may have to wait a while. My tree is frozen in a block of ice in the garage and the only thing to do is bring it in the house and wait for it to thaw. I can't even get it out of the container because my husband didn't use a bucket to set it in; he used a water cooler that's shaped like a barrel; no way is it just gonna slip out of there.
Ah, but at least it's warm inside. Nice fire in the stove, the aroma of curry lentil soup cooking and my feet aren't too cold at the moment.
Turns out I missed a little fun at the unit Christmas party because I had to leave early to go to work. After I left, my friend who gave me the flavored Cock Sauce got a vibrating butterfly and a beginner's bondage kit from another coworker. I knew she was going to Priscilla's to shop because I told her where it was, but I had no idea what she bought. Missed some fun there because those same people who didn't know what was so funny about my gift didn't know what those things were for, either. Later on, the hostess got out her laptop and the remaining party animals had some fun checking out the pictures here on my blog. The way I see it, I'm just here to spread a little joy in any way I can. I mean, there are things posted here that a lot of women never see in pictures, let alone in person.
I just got back from my neighbor the massage therapist's house. She got me to feeling all warm and relaxed and then blew it by having me taste some of her echinacea extract right out of the bottle. It smelled like vodka and tasted as bitter as alfalfa, but put a tingle on my tongue that only a bit of dark chocolate could cut through. Nasty stuff! I see why it helps fight infectious disease; no self-respecting microbe would want to live off a host that tasted that bad. I prefer the capsules or the honey-lemon echinacea cough drops, myself.
Well, my husband just got home and is willing to sacrifice the water cooler for the tree, so I guess I'd better get going. Ho! Ho! Ho!