Christmas: the only time of year where you get hit on by two-year-old's if you do a bit of dress-up in a Santa outfit. If it was only "Sexy Santa", where men dressed up as Santa Claws, and women dressed as Elves - or whatever suits them -, Christmas could be classed as the Speed-Dating season. This worries me. Not the fact that it could actually happen, but the fact that I thought of it. At 4am.
So, today is another day in bed. I'm ill, it's freezing, it's still snowing, and I'm bored. There's nothing to do - not even the washing, since I can't actually use the tumble dryer (it's in the shed, and it's so old it has a hose coming out of it for steam/water/stuff, and you have to have the door open when it's on) - so I'm extra bored. I actually want to do housework, but I'm restraining myself, because that's just unhealthy and indicates a sign of irreversible madness. I know I'm mad, but that's taking the biscuit.
With only a few days left til Christmas - this is Monday, and the "big day" is on Friday - I guess it's probably time to start thinking about what we're going to eat: be it turkey, beef, Christmas cards, wrapping paper, or brose, I still need to plan. Yes, so I'm a control freak, I can't help it. Just wish there were more folk coming round for it than just Dad and I. Not that it won't be good, just quiet.
What are your plans for Christmas?
I'm a happy bunny (: thanks babes, you know who you are.
Back later.
Dx
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