I guess something mucky's been going on around here, but I slipped in and posted this, somehow.
Although, not much has been going on, just a little home improvement. This morning, I loaded the Jeep up with random items (including my evicted neighbour's outdoor junk, hope she wasn't planning on coming back for it, hahahaha.) and headed for the dump with my girl. How bloody wonderful it felt to pitch old tricycles, vcrs, pots and pans and other kitchen items into the big dumpsters. The crash and clatter of breaking glass and groaning wood was so satisfying to hear. I hefted a child's kitchen playset and threw it into the air, and for a moment, I had a glimmering of what Superman might have felt, if he were real, and if the plastic toy was actually a real car, or something...
Holidays are going well. We stay up well past midnight, sleep in late, and have been blindly spending our gift certificate money away. My girl brought back her main Christmas gift. (although she's forgotten that it was the gift that Santa brought her, thank god.) She got a doll called Amazing Allyson, who, with 3 triple As, and 4 double A batteries, would talk, fart and burp.
However, Amazing Allyson really creeped her out. She had 'real' facial expressions, see. When happy, her eyebrows would raise. When sad, the corners of her mouth would turn down. This 'realness' freaked my girl out, and finally admitted, four days later, that she didn't like her, thought she was witchy, and said she had a bad dream about her the other night.
I told her that we could exchange her for something else if she wanted, and she really wanted. We came home after spending a thirty minute line-up at Zellers, and brought back the game Perfection, and a 5 disc DVD/CD/MP3 player instead, both her choice. And a Merry Christmas was had by all....