Cliché moment of the day: how the heck is it December?
I would be writing pay cheques right now but the most embarrassing thing happened Thursday morning. You know how I joke about being 87 years old? Yah? Well, I slipped getting into the shower. My brief life flashed in front of my eyes and while my youth likely saved me from shattering my hip, I did slam my hand on the rails of the sliding doors and my knee into the tub. I have never seen bruises appear so quickly. Like, INSTANT black welts.
Actually that’s likely the most un-sexy thing associated with showers.
Anywho, My right hand is bandaged and can’t put any pressure on my thumb or pad of my hand. And I have a limp because my knee is all bruised.
(do you feel sorry for me yet? you should. i’m in a huge fucking amount of pain*)
You see, I just miss sister so much I decided to pay proper homage to her and injure myself. missyousomuch. 20 sleeps!
So, other Decembery things?
I’m all done my Christmas shopping and am developing a very intimate relationship with my postal carrier as she delivers me 1-2 packages a day. And my Christmas cards are coral with gold embossed text; they’re amazing. And and, I’m finalizing what to bake for the few holiday soirees I’m going to. Thinking chocolate mint snowball cookies and christmas bread.
I go into Tim Hortons as infrequently as possible but was in picking up a gift card and, on a ‘i just went to the gym, i totally deserve this’ whim got a gingerbread doughnut. So good! A chocolate gingerbread cake with orange cream cheese frosting I had a few years ago is still my ultimate favourite gingerbread treat.
We have very few christmas decorations but I put them out and got an inexpensive garland and made the living room a little cozy holiday zone. Now I just want to turn on the fireplace and curl up in my catjamas (think fair isle but with cats), read a book and watch christmas movies.
* sense of pain may be inflated because i’m a massive wimp