The X-Mas Holidays

Ugh...they're almost here. Thankfully, Michael will have next week off, which means I can come and go as I please. Which might be helpful to my ever darkening mood. Right now I'm having trouble facing the idea of weeks ahead of me with nothing but children 24/7. Again I say ugh.

Today I dropped Graeme off with my dad, and then mum and I went over to Square One. My dear mother nearly passed out from horror as I parked in the "for customer with child" parking spot. I don't usually, but today I had rather a 'fuck it' attitude. Seriously...eff you world. I HAVE children. Just because I don't actually have them with me doesn't mean one of them isn't a major pain in my ass and should thereby allow me to be rewarded by having a decent parking space every now and again, right?

So I went into Sephora, where everything I touched seemed to explode on contact. For instance, my hair, coat, and pretty much everything around me are more sparkling than my personality, thanks to the can of sparkle spray that got stuck in "spray" position. I probably glitter-ified at least 3 bystanders, my mother, and the floor before I decided to just put the can down and walk away. One of those days. I did manage to get exactly what I wanted, plus a dress at Old Navy and some cute x-massy pajama bottoms. Will they fill me with x-mas spirit? Somehow I think no. Blah...I really hope I'm not turning into my curmudgeon of a father. I'm too adorable to be a curmudgeon!

Last night, Brian and I went downtown to see the Ross Petty version of Beauty and the Beast. Cute. Takes a minute to get warmed up and to remember you're supposed to boo the villain. Scott Thompson in drag is always...ALWAYS...sponge worthy.

Now the question is: do we have any chocolate?