after my little fit of melodrama yesterday, the evening smoothed out into a pleasant one full of cuban food & choco-coconut cake.
& why, yes, it looks as if there will be snow for my birthday.
& why, no, i'm not really going to chuck it all & take vows. i think i've long passed that fork in the road, can't turn back now to make a different decision.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:i had a dream last night that i was trying to kidnap george w. to do this i had to infiltrate the administration. i was a terrible spy because i just sort of showed up in a t-shirt & thrift-store pants & expected everyone to take me into close confidence. it was a most unpleasant dream, as there was lots of palling around with dumb old george. when i woke up i felt extra in-need of showering.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:tonight we will put up the christmas deco. usually i forbid the putting-up of such things until after my birthday, because i like my birthday to be separate from christmas, but this year i decided to stop being such a snot-head & besides it will be kind of fun, & it will be nice to come home from dinner tomorrow night & see the house all deco & swank.
every year we have the clash of the real-tree proponent (me) vs the fake-tree proponent (bean). this year we bought one of those fake trees that is like a white metal skeleton of a pine tree with lights all over instead of fake greenery. it was the fakest kind we could find. i just hate the idea of a green plastic imposter tree. (i've always wanted a big colored aluminum cone, the kind charlie brown doesn't want in the christmas special.)
