I broke my beloved Kindle this morning. I started to put a sheet on the bed and stepped on it. It made that sound that a calculator makes when you bust the solar panel, and I knew my beloved Kindle was FUBAR (that's a Kurt Russell term from the 80's). I also think that maybe the only people who would know what sound a broken solar panel makes would be Middle School Math teachers, so you'll have to trust me on that one.
Anyway, after minutes of almost sobbing, I broke down and ordered a new Kindle Fire. AND a new hot pink case to keep my new Beloved safe.
Then, the hubs irritated me. Granted, that isn't anything out of the ordinary, but today I was apparently in the buying mood. So I bought a new Christmas tree. I have always liked flocked trees but never wanted to deal with the mess. This one kind of felt like the white stuff would stay on...... We'll see. So now I'm just waiting for the girls to come home from seeing Happy Feet with Grammy, and we'll put on the ornaments.
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When you come inside to a blood bath in your kitchen and then come home after work to a barfed up bunny ear on your couch that stinks like crap, you can talk to me about drama.
And your tree is beautiful, but it's up way too early. But you know my feeling about that already.
I love you anyway.
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