New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Saturday, February 28, 2004

Sooooo sleepy. I have the best husband. Absolutely hands down. If he were someone else's husband I would try to snatch him away. Truly I would.

I got home from work and we went to the mall to pick up my ring. The ring of the dropping diamonds. So the lady gets up all in my face about, "Well you didn't buy a three year warranty and next time you'll have to pay." So I get all polite but firm, "Listen I don't wear this ring to do anything other than type. I don't even reach into my bag with this hand. That ring is faulty." Then she basically tried to get us out there. Gilly had my back though he was ready to pounce if nesc.

So we're walking out of the store and I'm like, "It's not like that store doesn't have a history of missing diamonds." The back story being for my conformation (late bloomer that I am that happened only a few years ago)...I got a diamond cross from the very same jeweler. No problem right? Well one night I am at a Jimmy Eat World concert...a concert where I had to tolerate a very drunk, very annoying client the whole time in the VIP balcony of Irving Plaza and there I was just trying to watch the show. Anyway I ask my friend if my cross looked dull and she's like, "No it's beautiful." I mean it's not huge. It's rather small and appropriate for my neck. But I wanted to know if it sparkled or not. Anyway I get home later and I take it off and I look and one of the diamonds is missing!!!

Don't tell me the bass was so intense that it rattled the rocks right off of my neck.

We don't have a good history with that store. And here as a public service to you and yours I must recommend that you not shop at Littman's Jewelers. Thank goodness my engagement ring didn't come from there.

Back to the mall...so I wanted to go to Sephora to get some more perfume (my bottle of Chanel Allure just ran out and i'ts my "winter" perfume anyway)...I figured out that that bottle lasted me almost two years because we bought it before we were married...tells you how much I put on.

Anyway Sephora is the Devil's work shop for a girl big on marketing and packaging. It's like sensory overload. I can't walk two inches without finding something that's packaged in such a manner that it evokes the "I must have this. This is so very much a reflection of me." Of course then I talk myself down because that stuff is way overpriced for wax and red dye number 7. We walked out with out perfume (but I kept my secret gift cards intact)...on a day when I'm feeling sad I'll buy myself the prettiest little thing that I can pull out and wave about in public just to be snooty.

I never go into the Disney store. There's no point. I've no need for any of that stuff. But I spotted some Tinkerbell merchandise and I had to take a closer look. My trick at Disney is to buy children's t-shirts. And low and behold there were two Tinky shirts that struck my fancy. Particularly the watermelon pink one with her lieing on her stomach with her head in her hands and the words, "Pixie Sweet" on it. I went right for the large. It was a children's shirt. I am an adult woman with a rather large chest. Large by all rights should have been too small. But it wasn't it was too big! I ended up buying a M 7-8 which allegedly fits a 7-8 year old between the height of 48"-53" inches weighing 50-68 lbs. Gill and I had a very interesting conversation about the size of children these days with me postulating, that they make the Disney stuff so big because the kids who watch all the Disney movies sit on their bottoms all day instead of running around and thus get too big. Gilly postulated that all the skinny kids wear designer clothes.

I just think it's sad. And to think that I thought I was fat as a kid.

We ended up at Macy's in search of perfume. They sell gift sets and they are way cheaper than Sephora. It was almost 9PM at this point so Macy's was rather slow. The perfume lady was HAPPY to see us. I normally make a beeline for what I want and get the hell out of dodge. But we were lingering about. I was switching to my "summer" perfume so Chanel was out of the question. Summer being Hugo Boss Red. Well she starts this hard sell on the new Hugo Boss perfume Intense "It's so subtle!" and then we start smelling all this stuff and I couldn't get over the fact that people were buying Lacoste perfume that didn't really smell. What's the point?

Gilly finds this Escada perfume called Island Kiss. Apparently they always release a summer scent and it's different every year. This was smells like and I quote Gilly, "A very nice island drink. It's a good day perfume."

Well I wouldn't let the woman sell me on the new Hugo Boss (that's what happens when you get old, you get set in your ways)...but Gill he had visions of frothy drinks with umbrellas and pineapple in them.

Guess who left with two bottles of perfume? Plus the lady threw in a "Don't tell anyone! This will help you decide if you want to buy it later" gift pack for the new Hugo Boss, about ten other samples "you like soft and he likes fruity you can experiment" and a cute blue straw Escada tote "it's the last one, you're in luck!"

Did I mention that I have the best husband? I told him, "Okay I'll wear that fruity stuff but not to work. That's my weekend perfume." And the lady was, "Just say thank you!" I reminded her it was all from the same pot and that I did indeed know that I was spoiled.

He's so cute. Plus he smells good to everyone tells him so (Intuition...yum).

Feel free to ask me for a cocktail if you see me on the weekend. Now you'll know why you're craving a girly drink with rum in it.

Then when you think we've peaked and it can't get anymore exciting...we go to get a pizza NO MEAT on Friday...and I am reading the Disney catalog trying to figure out who the heck the Princess Aurora is because she appears to have nudged Snow White out of the picture and Gilly is getting all agitated. Apparently he watched a drug deal (or so he allegeds) go down...

Pizza man to very fat customer..."Are you still looking for those boat seat covers?"

Fat customer, "Huh?"

Pizza man..."Are you still looking for those boat seat covers?"

Fat customer after a long confused pause, "How much are they?"

Pizza man..."Thirty dollars on sale at the K-Mart in Hillsborough."

Fat customer, "Oh that sounds like a good deal. I'll have to check it out."

Pizza man disappears out the back.

Fat customer leaves (without a pizza).

Gilly gets all excited and tells me what happened. Then I say, "Well let's go see what's doing in that parking lot."

And he wouldn't because he said we'd get arrested but I was like, "We're just looking! Not buying!" Note to reader, if that guy was riding a boat it would have to be a very large boat. He was huge! And I don't think you can get very large boat seat covers for thirty dollars sale or no sale.

No dice on the us checking out the scene... About ten minutes later Fat Customer comes back to get his pizza. So we think that the transaction took place behind the pizza joint.

So if you're ever in Pizza Hut and a guy tells you there's a sale on boat seat covers and you're looking to score, it's your lucky day!

Then just when you think Gilly can't get any cuter, we get home and he tells me that he taped a Liz Phair concert for me, ahhhhhhhh...

Watching the concert and Liz's legs look a little bigger than normal (must be built up from chasing her very young band around the tour bus)...

The crowd at the Metro in Chicago barely moved. I am calling my friend tomorrow (who lives in Chicago) to ask him, "What's up with that?"

One little frat boy in the front who know all the words. Typical.

Very stupid high heels on her shoes...what was she thinking?

And last but not least cute Gilly comment, "Geez she must be small! That guitar looks huge. If she was playing a bass you wouldn't even see her."

Well, duh...she's my height and she's playing boy's guitar. She's bound to look small.

Going to bed now. Those seat covers wore me out.





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