Actually—the Swinging Door. Jane and I went out for dinner last night: I owed her a steak after what she did helping me with those galleys. But—I left my keys.
So….today we had lunch/brunch with OSG and OSGuy, and then Jane went home and I went off in quest of lost keys, to mail my brother’s birthday present (late) and to get Christmas dessert, cheese, and such—and stop by the pharmacy counter at Freddy Myers—
It is, officially, a zoo out there. Every aisle filled with cart-pushers who erupt into other aisles at high speed; and the stock—OMG, the stock: this store has gone to seed on footed hoodie pjs in very large print and fuzzy. I’m not sure you could wear those things without sweating if you were snowbound in Nome in a power-out. Certainly the patterns are highly visible, if you are planning on a helicopter rescue while wearing a fuzzy hoodie footie.
I am officially tired. But this time it’s a good tired. We’ve got the tree(s) up, the woodland tree, which is little, and all animals; and the big (6′) tree with, this year, mostly snowflakes we’re relatively sure the kittehs won’t eat. Jane mislaid one of the metal ones and had a laugh when I described it as a kind of shuriken—
Perhaps we’ve watched too much anime.
Anyway I bought desserts for Christmas, kind of a smorgasbord of small dessert servings; and it’ll be pepperoni pizza again.
LOL! I suddenly really want those footed hoodie PJs. That made me laugh! Just as glad I don’t leave the house these days, though! Sounds crazed out there.
I have some shrimp I’ve been holding onto for a while, and that’s what the kits and I will have on Christmas.
And if anything at all goes well, Russ will be home the day after Christmas. Not that I mistrust everything, but wer’e having another run of bad luck. Have to think something will go right!
Oh, and a free little teddy bear holiday story on my blog:
http://zette.blogspot.com/2011/12/bear-on-high-shelf-merry-go-round-blog.html
I hope people enjoy it.
Thanks for a charming little story.
I might need that shuriken snowflake tomorrow. I’m supposed to go out shopping for whatever I’ll get for Christmas dinner. Possibly a full-body suit like John Wayne and Red Buttons from Hatari! That, and a haircut.
OOOHHHH!!!! Hooded, footie, fleece pjs….I wonder if I could wear them in my minimally heated studio. An idea that boggles my mind!
Since you all went out for lunch together, I am assuming that OSG came through her surgery with flying colors.
We are putting up the main tree today…..others tomorrow.
The solstice on the east coast was at 12:30 AM….Happy Solstice to all!
OSG is in great shape. OSGuy stuffed her full of waffles and bacon and took her home to sleep it off under a three-kitteh blanket. She was predicted to be bruised and sore, but isn’t, and should be doing great for Christmas.
Most salutary in all senses. Good to hear she’s doing well and improving.
One approves mightily of the waffles and bacon, also. Might need to acquire same.
I’ve seen those hoodie footie pajamas advertised on TV. Understand they come with a built in “potty portal” so you don’t have to take them off for any reason. I think if I came home with a pair, particularly the rabid pink ones, my kittehs would subject me to disenfranchisement and vagabondage. Say what you will about them, there’s nothing like a fuzzy lap robe liberally adorned with kittehs.
I believe that any of the remaining cats on whom I am on good terms with would have very few objections to liberally befurring something like that. “Fuzzy? Check. Warm? Check. Human occupying them who is willing to pet me? Check. I’m on board!”
Ugh. I just reread that sentence, and it reads like it was run through a Mosphei’-Ragi translator, then through Hani, then Stsho (just for the hell of it) then back into Terran standard.
“Potty Portal”? We always called it a trapdoor.
Had that sort of problem with a friend many years ago. She had a shoulder bag purse, and before we could go out it was always a few minutes hunting for her keys. I happened to see a keychain attached to a fluorescene-green tennis ball. End of problem. 😉
Or you could go with a tribble with punk hair dye. Just saying. :evilgrin:
Lol—
Well, I haven’t worn those since I was, oh, 3. 😉 At 9 I graduated to my favorite pair of Munsingwear pj’s that finally gave up the ghost years later. They were wonderfully soft as they got older. Never have found any to match them.
My current: Jane made me a robe out of velour: you take 2 yardages equal to your shoulder to floor, in a fabric roughly as wide as your outstretched arms. Split one of the panels lengthwise. Sew those pieces to the top edge of the full-wide yardage (which is your back panel) as the left and right front panels of the garment. Lastly sew up the sides except top 12 inches, and you have a very warm Arabian style robe that doubles as a tuck-up-in-it lap blanket, or an extra throw on your bed on a cold night. Hem is optional with many velours.
PJ’s? A black long sleeping tee that says something about Halloween…
I highly recommend putting keys on a leash. I used to have trouble finding mine, but I found a thin strap, and now my keys stay attached to my purse. For some reason, I don’t lose track of my purse! I’ve used ribbons, & rainbow-colored trim & my latest is a bit of kumihimo cord. If you attach it with a snap ring, you can easily switch it from purse to purse to backpack to tote, or take it off entirely if you absolutely must, but I find that detaching it is asking for trouble. Make the leash long enough for the purse to sit on the passenger car seat and still reach the ignition and you’re all set.
I usually make snide comments to people who blast out of the end of aisles and nearly take me and/or my cart out. I ask them if they drive that way on the road, and if so, how have they managed to survive? Needless to say, I don’t get many answers – either they don’t care, don’t hear, or can’t come up with a valid answer. Glad you found your car keys.
I’m ready for another lunch at The Swinging Door, along with the company of friends that shared that time with me. Great memories.
I prefer the medieval style of sleeping, but do have a great fuzzy robe laid across the foot of my bed in case of doorbells. I have one of those “mini-Maglight” flash lights on a key chain, so I always know it’s going to be at the very bottom of my purse.
Oh, and I must have my keys in my hand before I will step outside the door — be it store, restaurant, etc. I adhere to this religiously. None of this standing in a parking lot rummaging about in my purse for keys. Too many bad things happen to people in parking lots, especially dark ones. This has the side benefit of ensuring that I don’t go off and leave my keys anyplace. It’s a habit now. When I start to go through an outside door, I think, “Keys in my hand.” If they aren’t there, then I start looking for them. If they aren’t in my purse, then I start back tracking.
I keep a mini flashlight (LED) in my pocket, but found that keeping it attached to my keychain usually tangled both badly.
I’m all in favor of warm and fuzzy in the winter. The cats think that is superb.
I’m picturing the old red, faded to strong pink, long johns with the trapdoor, only updated to garish hoodie-footie fleece or plush. Oh, the mental image is rather scary. But probably comfy and warm!
Er, some years ago, a friend actually dared me to try sleeping au naturel. (No, this was not a pass, just a dare.) I tried this a few times before it felt like no big deal. It turned into a habit. I keep a robe handy in case. I grew up pretty much body-shy, and envied stories where they could run around at will sans souci. However, it is probably not so pleasantly scenic as when one is that ideal body type. (Is anyone ever that ideal body type? Haha.)
OK, now that I’ve gone TMI — Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, and Happy Holidays to all!
In my pre-holiday state I read the title as “the maddening thong” and alllll sorts of visuals jumped into my head. Do not go there.