Random Bits From Over the Weekend
Mood:  bright
I'm starting to write again today. I will dedicate at least two hours every day to The Book, which I haven't touched or looked at in months. I have to keep the flow going, or my brain will dry up. Not that I'm using it much anymore anyway...
I seem to have a coffee fetish/obsession happening, because I was thinking about the Taster's Choice couple all weekend. Weren't they CUTE? And to make things even more wonderfuller, the hot English guy was played by the relatively unknown Anthony Stewart Head, who went on to become the oh-so-British-he's hot Rupert Giles on the Buffy. I forget, did the TC couple get together at the end?
I did all my christmas shopping for the hub-unit on the internet this year, because I realized that he is the hardest person to buy things for IN THE WORLD. When I think something is the coolest thing ever, I make a little SQUEE sound, so he has his choice of thousands of things to pick up for me. Not to say that I want it all, but if I see something so freeking adorable I want to squish it, I make a squee. Therefore, LOTS of shit to choose from. He, on the other hand, just mumbles that stuff is 'cool', and I can never dra a bead on whether it's cool and he'd like to have it, or it's just kinda nifty. Men don't squee, and therefore give no indication of niftyness. Thing is, he likes computer stuff like RAM and memory and all that small component stuff that I have no clue about, so I took the easier road. I got him a few Stephen Lynch cds, Halo 2 which he's been drooling over, and a couple of DVDs that I thought he would love. All of this stuff, while almost killing my 200 dollar agreed-upon Xmas budget, still only fits in my biggest purse, which I have been using for a hiding place. It's like eight presents, but very wee presents. I have no problem with this.
UNTIL his goofy ass goes shopping for me. He comes home with stuff SO BIG that he can't even hide it so he has to wrap it immediately. Stuff so big that I have to cover my eyes while he transports it to the wrapping room.
Now I feel bad. Not that the quantity of presents is any bigger than his, but the sheer SIZE of them makes me feel guilty. I mean, all I got him was a bunch of media stuff, nothing too massive, and he comes home with shit we could hide a cat under. Several cats, in fact. I shouldn't feel guilty, I know he'll love his gifts.
But they're so WEE. Maybe I should get him something bigger.
LIKE A TRUCK.