Well, I'm glad it's OK

According to this article, it's cool to regift as long as you follow some rules, like keep your gifting circles far apart. OK, there, we got all kinds of crap at our wedding shower that we didn't register for and didn't want. When we need an "oh shit" gift, we grab from a special shelf in our basement full of them. Maybe someone else would enjoy them. I think there's nothing wrong with it.

M isn't feeling too well, and in a related story, he's tapering off the pred. He fell so soundly asleep on the couch last night that it took me almost 30 seconds of shaking him to wake him up. I told him to please, please call the doctor today and tell her what he's feeling. I will say that he was super M last night, as the bottom of our driveway is like a skating rink, and I was wearing a skirt and heels and tried to get the mail and got stuck on a fucking ice flue. I started screaming that I was going to fall, and my hero came down the driveway and led me off the ice. I had to take my dress shoes off and everything to get some traction. Damn. I fucking hate ice.

"Do They Know It's Christmas?" Yeah, but they don't care. Do I give a crap about Diwali? Ramadan? Kwanzaa? It ain't my holiday, friends. M and I love listening to that song and all the different voices.

I'll be posting a list of Christmas songs I hate shortly. Merry effing Christmas!