A Conversation, A Rant, and a Holiday Greeting
Overheard in Cakes’ room the other day:
McHotty: Goodnight sweetie! Can I have a kiss and a hug?
Cakes: See the sign over there? (gestures to art easel)
Cakes: The sign says, “no hugs and no kisses!”
I am continuing to be driven slowly mad by stupid shit around my house. We just finally got some money back from our insurance claim after much boring paperwork and faxing of documents. I’ve been consoling myself with replacement shoes and wine. I was so lucky that all the shoes I didn’t like anymore were in the basement when it flooded! But get this—last week my next-door neighbour was getting her new furniture delivered from Sears. Another neighbour noticed the delivery truck was backing dangerously close to our brand new fence, and told them so. The driver ignored him, stopped, and when he put it in gear, promptly ran into the fence, bending it.
Fucking hell! So now I’m dealing with more obtaining of estimate, faxing it, blah, blah, blah. And the person on the other end is claiming she didn’t get my fax, prompting me to just dash off a very vile email that probably won’t speed things along any. Sears: you suck!
On a less ranty note, I hope you all have a lovely Thanksgiving weekend. And we all have so very much to be thankful for, don’t we! We should dwell on that a little more sometimes, I think. We’re headed to K-town for the weekend. I hope to find you all stuffed with turkey, slightly hungover, and full of holiday anecdotes when I return.