It always takes me a full day to recover from Black Friday shopping.
Lola and I hit it every year. With lawn chairs and a cooler full of wine. It's our annual kick-off to Christmas. A tradition of sorts.We set up our tailgate party in the Walmart parking lot so we can watch the shoppers come and go. Gets me fired up to start my gift purchasing some time toward the middle of December.
Happy Small Business Saturday! (we haven't figured out how to celebrate this one yet) Corky
I invited Doolittle to stay for dinner last night because I figured he was good for at least two bowls of Cap'n Crunch. (Dylan and I have finished off three boxes ~ only one more to go before I get my free t-shirt!!!)
The Fiesta ware wasn't even on the table before Doolittle started annoying me by looking at me funny. I was like, 'What???'
He said, 'Cork, sweetheart, your make-up is a strange color.'
I said, 'What the #%() are you talking about? I'm not wearing any make-up.'
Turns out, Dylan and I have both taken on a yellowish tint from consuming too much Cap'n Crunch cereal. Of course I didn't tell Doolittle that. I blamed our jaundicey coloring on the bad lighting in the dining room.
It's Monday again and you know how I am on Mondays.
(If you don't, I'm inexplicably compelled to start something on Mondays.)
So how excited was I to find the following quantifiable and realistically fabulous new endeavor? REALLY excited! All I have to do to get the FREE Retro Cap'n Crunch t-shirt is to eat four boxes of cereal. This goal is marvelously obtainable.
Last night at book club we discussed The Muse Asylum by David Czuchlewski.
Not only did I read the book ~ I really enjoyed it.
It's a fast paced story of two men whose lives are moving in tandem. One is a journalist, the other a mad genius. They attend the same university, are in love with the same girl, share a favorite novelist, even look so much alike that people think they're related (I really thought the plot would twist around this observation but it didn't).
The book is a PoStMoDeRN mystery (whatever that means).
The genius is coping with schizophrenia and his extraordinary paranoia issues land him in an institution for artistically gifted mental patients. I think I'd like to live at the Muse Asylum. The surroundings were opulent, the food gourmet and the residents spent their days creating. The only downside I could see was having to wash your own dishes. And, well, you have to be diagnosed with a mental illness.
I'm finding it's a good place to leave notices for my 23 'friends' that I've blogged about something important and it needs their immediate attention. Wait. Important is probably an extraneous word in that sentence. And 'needs their immediate attention' could be considered an exaggeration. Edited ~ it's a good place to leave notices...that I've blogged about something.
Join me on Facebook, if you like. I promise, I rarely post anything about cats.
I'm sure there are other social media outlets where I should be spending ridiculous amounts of time. Twitter, for example. Just don't think I'm cool enough to understand the need for tweeting. Pinterest. Lori likes it. I may eventually go there. Google Buzz. I have been getting messages that they are discontinuing it. 'Farewell, Google Buzz. I really don't see that I'll miss you.'