My last few weeks, in a nutshell

Survived winter camp.

Cat tried to die.

Dog excessively itchy.

Allergies.

Camping.

Cockblocked by Honda

So, I cashed in a bond today, so I am flush with cash.  With this cash, I was all set to make my final car payment.

I owed something like $322.57.  

The "estimated payment generator" told me that I needed to pay $322.36.

I told the computer to pay $322.57.

It told me that I can't pay more than the "estimated payoff amount."

Dude, Honda.  Dude.  LET ME GIVE YOU THE 21 CENTS I STILL OWE YOU.

Nope.  I have to wait for the $322.36 payment to process.

Tomorrow.

I have such final-payment blue balls, I CAN HARDLY SEE STRAIGHT.

Oh Tannenbaum

I put up my small fake Xmas tree last weekend.  I have had this tree since I lived in Flagstaff, and it never really had ornaments.  I had lights, and I would tie bows to the branches, and then I would leave town for Xmas.  Then the lights died, and I was left with a super sparse little four foot spruce.

I'm not about to buy a new tree, sparseness be damned.

240 warm white LED bulbs later, it was still sparse, and now the sparseness was very well lit.

I bought two tubs of plastic glittery balls from BigLots, hoping that they'd fill in some of the sparseness.  One silver, one gold.

Still sparse.

I busted out my sorority's 150th Anniversary commemorative ornament (the only ornament I had in the house).

That's just pathetic and lonely.

The dog started picking up the skeleton-painted toy dinosaurs, so I stuck them in the tree for safekeeping.

She then started picking up a festive party hat my boss made out of recyclables from work (specifically, a toilet paper tube, a pine cone, some fabric, and some crepe paper).  So I stuck that in the tree as well.

I got a plastic Leave No Trace card at a workshop, and it has Bigfoot on it, so it's on a branch.  I might add sequins this weekend.

Roommate (who is Muslim and hasn't done Xmas trees before) decided that this was funny, and started bringing out small objects to cram in the branches.  Her contributions: a folk-art angel doll, a quilled soda can, a beaded scarf accent that I gave her a few weeks ago, and another fancy-recyclables hat (a yogurt cup, a feather, and some felt) made by a different coworker.

I countered with a plastic crocodile toy and a vulture Beanie Baby.  

I feel as though this will continue to escalate for the next 3 weeks.  I saw her eyeing the ladle in the kitchen.  

I'm reasonably sure that both of us were probably magpies in a past life.

So, it's not me, then?

Roommate's Boyfriend might get shipped off to England for six months.  This might happen on Saturday.  No wonder she was in a shitty mood.  Six months isn't that long, but still.  England is, yanno, far.

She has also started prodding me to hit on ArtNerdMan, because Mercury is retrograde and that's when I'm all charismatic and shit.  It's true, I do well during a Mercury retrograde.  It helps if I'm in the target's general vicinity.  Which I'm not.  I don't know.  "Hey, my roommate told me that she won't give me a moment's rest until I hit on you.  Could you put down Modern Warfare 3 for a tic and let me be awkwardly robotic towards you for a minute?  Thanks."  Roommate comes up with schemes.  She thinks I should figure out where he lives, mention that we're going to be up in that area, and ask for a restaurant recommendation.  Then whoops, my roommate bailed on me, and I'm here alone!  I wish someone would come keep me company..... >eyelash bat, eyelash bat<

Something tells me that I'm too honest to pull off trickery.  I'd lay out the entire scenario at the first opportunity.  I'm not wily.

I ate vegan food for lunch, quite by accident.  I gorged myself on gorgonzola cheese at dinner.  Guess that backfired.

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