Here I am up at the crack of dawn and busting with childlike glee and acting like a complete spazz. It’s my Christmas shopping day! (Yes, I have an official day) My cousin/best friend and I have always taken the first Friday of December as our day to hit the mall from open till close to do our shopping. We’ve now been doing it long enough that we can actually refer to it as a tradition and hopefully one that we will continue till we’re old and grey and wearing black polyester moo-moos with gold flowery accents and married to men twenty years our junior… Sorry, got a little carried away there.

Aside from loving the smell of fresh coffee brewing and wafting through the near-empty mall as I traipse about looking for the perfect gift for each of my loved ones; I love how absolutely and delightfully excited my cousin and I get on this day. There are few times in the year where women of our age can get away with such juvenile behavior (skipping, caroling in our truly horrific voices, turning on every singing/dancing/vibrating stuffed animal we can find…) And it’s a time where everything really does seem full of hope and magic (my situation with ‘The Dick’ excluded of course!).

While we’re on the topic of hope and magic; seems that I have gotten a Christmas miracle! My fabulous former landlady called to let me know of an upcoming opening in my beloved building by the water, so I am moving! I am going home!!! And it came at such a lovely time; not just cuz’ its Christmas, but also cuz I was about to take that other apartment I had mentioned in another entry; the one in the old converted mansion, with the fireplace and bay window that was busting with old world charm. After a second visit to the place, I realized that the old world charm was a lot older than I had first noticed. I managed to slip off the rose colored glasses just long enough to see that it was nothing but an OLD mansion, with OLD apartments and walls cracked beyond the point of charming. Did I also mention that all the other apartments were vacant? Bad sign right there, but to top it off, it would be just me and the Norman Bates-like caretaker living in that big creepy house—not good.

So, I am off to shop and be Christmassy with the added joy of knowing that I have finally found a place to call home that will not be run by an icky man who may or may not have the stuffed body of his mother up in the attic, as well as a place to take my booty calls! (I couldn’t possibly keep this entry entirely pure! I am a sex writer after all!) *wink*

Oh look! Flurries! Another Christmas miracle!!

Happy December 1^st!

Adrie

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