Like a Duck on a June Bug
The day before yesterday I had turkey just like most of everyone else. No stories this year of crazy paranoid granny or uncles loosing false teeth at the table. Just good food and family, and a shot of vodka to wash them both away. I never shop on the Friday after, just watched some movies on cable. Gone With the Wind, Meet Me in St. Louis, School of Rock, and Chasing Amy. In that order. I love Jason Lee. I'm going to marry him when I grow up. Actually my obsession with him has grown to a frightening level and I should think it best if we never meet at all. Today I took angelbaby to the Galleria for a ride on the carousel and to make a list for Santa. I hate crowds, I am going to do my best to order any and all gifts I buy from the internets. The rest of my time was spent sleeping and playing the Winnie the Pooh edition of Candy Land. Why is it that I will go to great lengths to make sure angelbaby is the winner of the game but if I catch her cheating to win, I'm on that transgression like a duck on a June bug? Does that make me a hypocrite?