Sometimes, things just happen.

This morning, the ‘vark and I were talking about how many things we had to do today and how we both felt behind in life, generally. The dishes are piled up, the Christmas parcels are wrapped but not in the nether parts of the country as they should be. The catt hasn’t had a good flogging in over a week. We have a full fridge and cupboards but we’ve got nothing to eat. ‘Vark had the flu this week and I’ve not bounced back to my 100% SuperDefeator Self yet so we’ve just been neglecting things.

But all that was going to change today. As soon as I had finished my coffee, we were going to head out and tackle what was left of the world. I was responsible for our late start, as I only went to bed at 6:15 am after another night on the phones at the Crisis Centre.

It was then 1 pm. By 4:30, we had gone to Burnaby, sold our car and come back home with lighter hearts and fatter bank account.

Dear, sweet Gordo. May you find a clean, mould-free existence with your new owner. May your pipes blow only clean smoke and may your new fancy pants stereo system and roof racks please rather than cripple you. L’il Tercel, you took us where we needed to go and now we are setting you free.

And then
I acquired a blue tuque from my mom

only thing it needs is a pom pom

and maybe a palm frond.

Und, I got a kickass present at the Cool Kids Gift Exchange. Last night after work, we co-workers hung out at a pub and exchanged gifts blindly, after singing The 12 Days of Drinkmas, and I scored Implements of Destruction! A package of Sheffield sharp objects, including two multi-tools – one large, one small – a flashlight, a giant knife (see above photo) and a little keychain swiss army doodad. In a cherry-stained keepsake box! Everyone was like, ooh, don’t you wish you’d chosen the box that looked like chocolate. But I have never had so many stainless steel (god’s own material) tools that belong only to me. Let me get that can for you.

The best part? The guy who brought the Sheffield Sharp Objects Extravaganza to the gift exchange purchased it instead of a hot glue gun on the advice of a Home Depot Associate named Aphrodite.