Screw the counting of days.

I have to go back to work in a couple of days, so I don't want to count them no more.

It's New Years Eve!

That's all I have.

Blah, Part Three

More stuff to do tomorrow. Groan.

Blah, Part Two

Home. Epic shopping.

A little disturbed and sad today. I think that the person I mentioned previously needs help. That person is very angry, and feels victimized because... I don't know why. I think it's because people prioritize differently. Sometimes that has to be done. It's unavoidable.

Which day is this? Part One

My oldest and I, in our ongoing quest for beautiful/blemish-free/supple/whatfuckingever skin, hit the Clinique counter a few minutes ago. Now she and her sister are in Urban Behavior and I'm sitting here waiting for their Dad to return with my tea. Like a mall person.

Shel's Wacky 11

Gotta catch up here...

December 27. Not much going on there. I think that day and the next -

December 28

- I spent bemoaning my womanhood. I spent most of the 28th in bed, aching.

Holidays are great.

Yesterday was the only day I didn't drink, and the one day I should have. Because yesterday someone historically selfish and spoiled told me what a mean and cold person I am. That person has a horribly selective memory.

Life is brutal. To prove it, I'm holding that party to their word.

Shel's 11 Days... It's Boxing Day. So that's... Five?

So far... a turkey sandwich, some ginger ale, tea and chocolate. Played the Call of Duty I got for Christmas. Hung out. PS has to work tonight. :(

Shel's 11 Days of Christmas: Day Four (THE Day)

My Christmas this year served as a solemn reminder of what is most important. PS went to the hospital with his mum because she wasn't well. He was away for a huge chunk of the day, and we missed him and the oldest terribly, but they were off making sure she was okay which, in the end, was all we cared about. Not a great Christmas for her, but she already sounds / looks / feels better, and that's worth everything.

Also, I baked the moistest, rockingest turkey ever.

Shel's 11 Days of Christmas: Day Three

That would be Christmas Eve...

I shopped and drank. There. Happy? 'Cause I was.

Shel's 11 Days of Christmas

I'm behind.

Day One was yesterday, a Saturday. But to kick everything off on Friday night, I drank a bottle of wine (I poured a glass for the Problem Solver). It had been a gift. Good stuff. Thanks, John.

So yesterday...

Day One...

PS and I went to LCBO and made all of our Christmas wishes a reality. We acknowledge often how blessed we are to be so happy and healthy. There is nothing we really wish for at the moment. The girls and I are just thrilled to be able to sit around in our underwear.

Last night, I drank two Mike's Hard Limes and had a few shots of Drambuie. My goal for the holidays is to drink every day. I wonder if I'll feel bad about that sometime between Christmas and New Years. I doubt it very much. At my age, I don't hold much with the remorse and given that I will make one very robust resolution for the new year, I'm going to need to reinforce my resolve through hours of giddy reflection. Or something.

Day Two...

That's today. Sunday. I haven't drank anything but I expect to and I'll let you know how that goes. Me oldest and I went out and bought cards, gift bags, wrapping paper and a shit load of Oasis strawberry-banana smoothie. The fridge is FILLED with it. It's kind of awesome.