The day of doom...not so doom like.

I was so very much looking forward to going shopping the day after Christmas. Last year was the first year I ever went. I like to get up really early and get it over with. My motivation for wanting to go this year was (A) I was already up because of my paper route (B) I bought some cheap ass wrapping paper last year and you could see through it. I had to fucking wrap everything in tissue paper before I could wrap it (lesson learned). I wanted to buy the high quality wrapping paper on sale.

On Sunday, I had 310 papers to deliver. My poor car almost looked like a hoopty. The wheel well was almost over the top of the tire. Those Sunday papers weigh a ton, so the are harder to fling. After the paper route Michael and I said fuck it and went home to bed.

After sleeping for a few hours we had discussed going into town to buy me a few things and the wrapping paper. I found out that one of the ornament stores had a big sale and their were two people I need to buy ornaments for next year.

We ventured out to the mall. Let me tell you, it was heavenly. Michael bought me two, yes two bottles of perfume. I always go to this rare perfume shop. The owner knows me very well. He's such a flirt. Every time I go in there he says, " You're the one with the fabulous taste in perfume. I always remember that. Plus, it's hard to forget a beautiful woman." Hehehehe...tell me more because I'm going to buy the perfume anyway. He always cuts me a huge deal. Anyway I finally bought Rodier and Tendre Friandise. Damn, I'm smelling good.

I went into the sports store to see what kind of sale they were having on Packers and Steelers stuff and walked out with throw back Milwaukee Brewers and Houston Astros t-shirts for myself. Hey, they were only $9.99 a piece. I couldn't pass that up. Oh yeah, later I finally purchased the damn wrapping paper, which was the whole reason for venturing out.

I forget what else we did. I was too busy smelling myself. I also managed to score a sample of cologne for Michael. I think if my nose was working correctly he would have been in trouble...

It was a nice end to the holiday season. Monday I received late cards from some of the truffle offenders. Still some of those assholes are coming off of the list. Mmmmm...I smell good. I wish you could scratch and sniff the screen. What's that? My hershey's kisses with mint are calling...:)