Here are some things I did this weekend:
Battled Mothra in my bedroom. It was harrowing. I was planning to stand on a chair and hit it with shoe, until it occurred to me that putting my face that close to it practically guaranteed that it would fly at me before I could smush it. So I threw shoes at it until I hit it and it fell on the floor, and then I smashed it with another shoe just to be extra sure that it was dead. I did not even require the assistance of Godzilla. The nation of Japan is now free to thank me with generous gifts of electronics and economy cars.
Bought pretty, pretty new boots. I discovered when I went to change from my snow boots to my stiletto boots last Friday that the heel of my left boot was bent at a 45 degree angle. Also the metal was sticking out the bottom. Curse my rotten luck, I needed to go shoe shopping. It was a hardship, but I persevered and got these on sale for $40 from $90.
Had an eggnog shake from Culver's. Eggnog. Frozen custard. Enough said.
Watched yet another hokey Christmas movie. I'm talking made for TV. I don't watch made for TV movies at any other time of year, but I am a sucker for the schmaltzy Christmas movies. Usually someone is forced to return home from New York/Los Angeles to the small town he or she left years ago. This tends to be due to the death or sickness of a parent. The person regains his or her holiday spirit while falling in love with an old high school flame or the new guy/girl in town. It's all very heartwarming. I am not proud of this.
Got the stinkeye from a salesperson at New York & Co. They ask you for your phone number when you make a purchase. This has also happened to me at other stores. Does anyone ever give their actual number to these people? Normally I just give a fake number. I've also gotten away in the past with just saying "I don't have a home number." I tried that on this girl and she just stared at me as if to say "So?" I told her I wasn't giving her my cell number and she openly glared at me. From now on, when they ask if they can get my phone number, I'm just saying no. No, you may not have my phone number. The end.
Which seems like as good a way to end as any.