Yesterday was a busildy kind of a day and then I got a migraine, and yay!
I got up with Dick Whitman yesterday so we could exchange gifts, and then he wanted to go to--are you ready?--the outdoor MALL to pick something up. Fortunately he was the only person in America to think of shopping yesterday, so it was unbusy and not at all hectic.
Wait, WHY'D I get a migraine??
After our gift exchange and inevitable Christmas sex, we headed to the dang outdoor mall, where DW said, "I feel like I'm cutting this purchase kind of close." Ya THINK? The only good thing I can tell you is we found TV parking at the store. You know, the kind of parking you get that's unrealistically right outside the place you're going? Like, Jonathan and Jennifer Hart always found a spot--IN LA--right in front of everywhere they needed to be, such as the man's-pajama-bottoms-women's-pajama-top store. Do you remember they'd always wear pajamas like that? She'd wear his top and he'd be all manly with his Jonathan Hart shirtless self?
How did I get off on this tangent?
The point is, good parking. But busy shopping mall. SURPRISE!
After, we decided to go to a restaurant IN THE OUTDOOR MALL, and I hope you're sitting down, but there was an hour wait for a table. So we went to the Thai restaurant in my neighborhood.
And, that, folks, is where I think I got my migraine. Because, Asian food? And the MSG? Basically the whole day was about smart, well-thought-out decisions.
As soon as DW and I were done and after the inevitable post-Thai sex, he left and I called Ned. There was a party he wanted to go to in Raleigh, to see all kinds of friends he hasn't seen in ages, and he was really looking forward to it and so was I. I like to meet Ned's people. He has good taste in people.
First we were gonna take pictures of the Christmas lights, WHICH I SPECIFICALLY DID FOR YOU GUYS and you're welcome.
They do this thing here where they make ball lights and hang 'em from the trees, and I've had them in my yard myself in years previous but last year I was separated and lights never got hung.
THIS year, Ned said he'd help me and then he never did. This does not make Ned a bad person, although he DID just say, "You don't have outdoor lights and it's my fault, isn't it?" And I was all, yeah.
At any rate, there's one neighborhood that has a canopy of trees all down the street, and EVERYONE participates in the ball lights, and I can't even begin to describe to you how beautiful it is when you drive down that neighborhood. And that is why I wanted my fine photography skillz to capture it for you.
And here is where Ned redeems himself for not putting up my outdoor lights--which by the way, why is HE responsible for my house and its lights anyway?--because he INSISTED I get my migraine meds just Friday. I was out and didn't want to spend the money, and he even said HE'D buy them, but then I went to the pharmacy and inexplicably there was no charge this time. Which, yay!
And thank heavens I HAD my meds, because this migraine? It stuck. We went back to my house and I put ice on my head, and then I even slept for awhile, but when I woke up? Still there. Without my medication, this woulda been a really bad one.
"Go to the party withOUT me," I said. "Save yourself!" But he wouldn't go. I mean, I get 90 migraines a month. I wish he'd have gone without me. Instead I splayed on the couch and watched Wizard of Oz with Ned, and he got texts from the party with people wondering where he was, and he looked SO SAD and I felt like a dick.
I feel better today! Guess who probably wants to stick a tong through my head. Why a tong? No idea.
So that sums it up. I have to get ready now, as we're going to see Hitchcock, which has nothing to do with the fact that Ned would fry up and eat his own tongue for a chance to stare at Scarlett Johanssen. That explains why he was drawn to me. We're practically twins.
Everyone have a good Christmas, unless you don't celebrate Christmas due to your Jewishness and Communism or whatever. I for one will be glad when this whole thing is over and I can stop feigning happiness and go back to my regularly scheduled bitch mode.
P.S. I just looked, and today is the one-year anniversary of when I picked out Iris. I'm so glad I got her, even if she DID have that pee-everywhere-in-the-house thing. She doesn't do that anymore THANKS TO THE FAITHFUL READER who got her a kitty condo. Thank you again, faithful reader. Iris thanks you too.