Peter

I bought my mum a laundry basket for Christmas. It's really big. And covered in newspaper. Well, until tonight. For a couple years now, we've done the tradition of opening all presents Christmas Eve after church. It helps everyone sleep a little better. Even Santa.

And to make it not so conspicuous, I had to move something else large out of my room, that being Errol Flynn. He's out in the workshop, not because he's broken, but because I'm FINALLY GOING TO RECORD MY MUSIC. I've got about 2 albums/28 songs worth. Any minute now, Dad's going supposed to help me set it up. It's been any minute now since 11th grade. And I'm still hopeful.

If you put pepperoni on my cat, you'd have Pete-za. Think about it.

I laughed so hard at that Geico commercial- when they're at the antique roadshow and she has a bird in a hand, and the guy's like, "I think it's safe to say that it's definitely worth two in the bush." And the lady's like, "Are you SERIOUS!?!?!?"

"LOL."

That was for you, Beth. And, also, I've decided not to sell myself for money. I thought you'd like to know, since this was due to such excellent advice.

Moving on:

I organized my mum's entire thread collection today. It was ridiculous how much she had and where all she had it. So, being the business student that I am, I fashioned a system to reduce inventory costs. Not really, because spools are more supplies than they are merchandise. But nevertheless, the drawers are all color-coincided (like pinks don't start in one drawer and continue to the next one) and spares are kept in a separate drawer. It was a job, and Todd made it harder by batting at everything.

And then we made our own crescent rolls. I really like dough; you can lob it wherever you want, slam it down, punch it, pull it, prod it, poke it, and it doesn't get its feelings hurt. And then Pillsbury had to go invent the Dough Boy and ruin everything.

How about some herbal tea?

How about not.

I am REALLY looking forward to this evening. Here's why:

1. New jumper + grey shirt and tights = GOOD

2. Church service with Cleve, maybe we'll see Peter

(or maybe Peter will see me. o.0)

3. Road trip! Seriously, this church is like 20-25 minutes away

4. Grandparents house: FRUIT PUNCH shrimp and dip CRACKERS celery CHEESE and wine for everyone else.

I seriously have this newfound love affair with cheese. We met in the refrigerator, and I haven't been able to think about anything else since.

5. Cleve's present! I have no idea what he got me, but it's usually awesome. I mean, I still wear my black chucks. Maybe he got me sweater tights. Doubtful, but not impossible. Just very unlikely.

6. Kittens! And fire! And everything else I love about being home. :)

You may be wondering why the title of this post is Peter.

It just seemed like a good name for a post.

For those of you allergic to Facebook, my new favorite song is an old country favorite by Marty Robbins called El Paso. This isn't your Jason-Aldein-Tractor-Sex-hate-my-wife-country music, okay? This is your old-time borderline-folk country.

And I like folk.

So here are some lyrics:

Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina;
Music would play and Felina would whirl.

Isn't that just MAGICAL? It's like in 6/8 time and it's so hunky-dory, which is why I love it so much.

I think the moment has finally come.

Special features on these albums: harmony that I do with myself, a song completely in Italian (see Io Canto Italiano), and even a song featuring a harmonica solo. It's really something. Let's go be famous.

Bells and whistles,

T.T.