All I want for Frithmas...

[reynardo]

Actually, I don't really want a can of Uranium Ore, but the comments are cute.

Spent two days in Canberra with my very beloved lederhosen, then spent two days helping twiggystick move into the spare room. And now have a place full of boxes, and a dead or dying fridge and washing machine on the front lawn. Council are picking up the stuff on Friday, so I can add more stuff up to the volume of a small trailer. Guess who's hitting the garage later to empty out boxes!

Why have a friend move in? A few reasons, mostly to do with helping out with the mortgage while we're running two households, and to help out with cooking and housekeeping, because I'm not coping by myself. (Yes, I have da_norvegicus, but there's a limit).

Have now killed off 85% of the Frithmas Present list, and merely have to work out the difficult ones. Ick. Tired. Want sleep.

Comments

[notasquirrel.livejournal.com]

>Have now killed off 85% of the Frithmas Present list

mee toe.

*happypawrub* waite fore ite...

[nefaria.livejournal.com]

I'm NOT dead! Just really, really freaked out. For Frith's sake, what kind of company sends tube worms through the mail in Hello Kitty wrapping paper?

[dilph.livejournal.com]

"People who bought this product also bought Anal Douche Rectal Syringe"... hrrrm. Uranium based felching is a shade kinkier than I like to think about...

[reynardo.livejournal.com]

*dubious look*

[shadow-5tails.livejournal.com]

No rest for the wicked, huh?

[reynardo.livejournal.com]

*looks at your comment*

*looks at clock*

*looks at timestamp on entry*

*smiles*

Psst - want a call?

The silliness continues

[mr-figgy.livejournal.com]

Don't be surprised if you wake up to the sound of an unusual bird call, only to find that a plasticky envelope with built in bubble wrap soared across the ocean on gossamer wings, buffered by this wind and that before singling out your home and diving down to your location. You mumble, "Air mail again," tickling the strange pelican-like bird under his chin until he opens his pouched mouth and offers you all his contents.

(Need... coffee.)

[rorted.livejournal.com]

I had a can of this that I had on a shelf. One day I noticed that the lid was off and a spider was building a web in the can. I tried to smash it, but it crawled up my arm and bit me. Now I keep having these strange feelings that something bad is happening, and an urge to fight crime, climb up walls, and swing from threads.

LOL!