I don’t know why it takes me so long to do things I’m sure I’ll enjoy.
Let’s add it to the list of known bugs and wait for a patch.
My haunt is officially open, which means Spooky Season is in full swing.
This still isn’t my food blog.
I’ll let you know if I ever get a Pinterest-perfect kitchen. Then, maybe I can have a food blog.
I really want to give you something special today. I want to start 2019 off with a bang, you know?
But here’s the thing: I’m sick as a fucking dog* and dealing with some serious post-holiday blah on top of it all.
This was our first Christmas with Offspring as a (welcome! So very welcome we almost didn’t let him leave) “visitor” rather than a permanent installment in our home, and now my holiday season has an official end: the day he leaves. Always before, I was content—determined, even—to keep my tree and my carols and my lights going as long as would be permitted by Husband, the neighbors, and local laws. But when I hugged Private Squdgee Booboo goodbye (and went right back to bed because his flight was at bullshit o’clock) I had no further desire to light the tree. It’s not that I’m over Christmas, it’s just… it all looks sort of sad now that he’s not here. Like a Who house after the Grinch left; all hooks and wire and crumbs.
Offspring is sat next to me, waiting for me to hurry this one along so I can go die in front of him. Again.
Oh, did I not mention one of my favorite Christmas gifts? I got many things I’ve been wanting, and Husband is no doubt a little butthurt that his outstanding choices in the video game department (Spiro and We Happy Few are currently burning a hole on my shelf) are not seeing any action due to Offspring’s breakout hit, Ark.
Holy shit, I am now taming and riding (and yes, hunting) actual dinosaurs! Lucy Grove Jones, I think of you every time something adorable pounces me and feasts on my entrails.
Anyway, we’ve decided that the best thing would be for me to make my way to someplace called Herbivore Island… which really should be a viable start location but apparently that’s not the way the game is meant to go. Death is an integral part of the experience, and you must die a minimum of 817 times before you accomplish anything. Also, I’m still waiting to get güd.
So. I need a quick, lazy post for New Year’s Day. Quite the challenge… unless, of course, someone out there has been exceptionally generous with their googling!