Raspberry ice, ice, baby!

It’s official: I need to resume my investment in Bath & Body Works.  Failing that, I just need to buy more lotion and resume my ritual use of it, long neglected since high school ended and motherhood began.  I have an extremely painful split in one finger and it really hurts!  I know it’s too late for lotion to do any good right now and I just have to live with it till it heals, but at least regular lotion use will prevent most future recurrences.  It sucks, though, because every time I pick up my pen to write something, it pulls the skin on one side of the split away from the rest and that really hurts!

As if you really needed to know about the pathetic state of my moisture-deprived hands.  And yet, there you have it.

The sun shines today!  Yay!  Now if only the wind would stop blowing and the sun actually warmed things up instead of allowing for the clear sky to cool things down to evermore frigid temps…

I have t.v. to watch tonight and I am so looking forward to it!  Time to catch up on last week’s episode of Life on Mars that I haven’t yet watched because I’ve been too busy with Tom’s room and the subsequent cleaning.  Oh, okay, I spent time on the computer last night that would have been better spent folding laundry or getting to the dishes sooner than I did, but I was feeling a bit lazy last night when I came home.  Then of course House is on tonight and Bones tomorrow night; I might have an episode of that to watch from last week, too, now that I think about it.  I got zero t.v.-watching done this weekend, except for the race.  And even then, I didn’t watch much of it.  Just enough to let the paint dry.  And enough to see Jimmie Johnson get interviewed six ways from Sunday about winning three championships in a row, despite Carl Edwards winning the actual race.  And then the pain set in and has only worsened…

I am such a pansy.

Today has gone by pretty quickly for once.  I can’t believe it’s after two already.  Now if only that two were a four and the seventeen were a fifty-seven…but I suppose I can’t have it all, can I?  How nice it would be to get paid for staying home and doing what I want!   I could go back to school, work on my story, perhaps even finish it, and get paid for doing all that!  What a wonderful dream!

Oy!  I’ve been typing all afternoon and I’m really beginning to feel it in my wrists.  And in my pinkies, come to think of it.  Ergonomic wrist rest thingy, you are not doing your job well enough!  Make me untired!  Apparently my fingers are ready to give up already because I haven’t been able to type worth a darn for a while now.  Guess that means it’s time to go home!

One of the gals in the clerk’s office today was snacking on some popcorn and now it sounds really good.  But alas, we have no microwave popcorn here and even if we did, I’m not sure our microwave works well enough to cook it fully.  I hate the old maids, you see.  On the other hand, it works quite well for warming up water with which to make hot chocolate, and I had a packet of the lovely Cocoa Amore Chocolate Truffle in my desk from last week, so I fixed that instead of popcorn because baby, it’s cold outside!

I hear one of the radio stations is already playing Christmas music.  I didn’t think they would start that till after Thanksgiving, but I will have to see for myself on the way home tonight.  It is a bit early for that, but who am I to talk?  I’ve been listening to A Chipmunk Christmas Vol. 2 since Friday.  Oh, you crazy chipmunks, whatever would Dave do without you?  Will Alvin ever get his hula hoop?  Or the plane that loops the loop?  The world may never know.

You know, lots of people find Alvin and the Chipmunks incredibly annoying, to put it nicely, but I think they’re awesome.  I loved their music as a kid and I still do.  We even had a video or two of their hilarious hijinks and I still have many tapes of their music.  There’s just something about it that speaks to the kid in me.  Anyone else out there still love the Chipmunks, despite their helium sound?

Methinks it’s time to give my hands a rest for a while before I have to go home and fold laundry all night.

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