On the Morrow Comes a New Dawn

I visited my mother today and gave her her belated Christmas present, The Sopranos S1. I also went to see the Kitteh and the dogs. My mother had Kitteh(who is now named Priscilla)fixed and declawed while they were in Florida. I was disappointed about the latter and surprised that a vet agreed to the procedure, as I thought most considered declawing a needlessly cruel operation. Kitteh seems no worse for wear, however, and spent most of the visit snoozing on the couch.

My mother had a few gifts for me as well, it turned out. She got me a goosedown comforter, a fleece blanket, a Victoria's Secret sleeper tee, and a digital camera. I haven't tried it yet, but I suspect that the comforter is going to be my new best friend. I was especially thrilled with the camera, as I'd wanted one for years. I thought I could use one to take pictures of the mountains on beautiful days, and in my fantasies, I need one in case I ever meet Rammstein on their fabled U.S. tour. If I ever get close enough to Richard Kruspe to smell his cologne, I want a photo for posterity, dammit.

She also bought my long-requested shower head, and PC should be here to install it sometime this weekend. It's the deluxe model with five speeds and a handy masturbation setting. She said it was for massages, and being a good daughter, I let her persist in her ignorance. Dollars to doughnuts my grandmother would've known exactly what I was thinking, the unrepentantly licentious old dame. I used to sneak sex manuals from her bookshelves and study how people Did It until she got wise to my perusal and hid them.

I bought some Burt's Bees Foot Creme in the hopes of alleviating the maddening itch in my feet. If it doesn't work, I'm either going to hunt down some Cortisone-10 or amputate my feet with dental floss and a soldering iron.

I've no plans for New Year's Eve save to watch TV until 2009 becomes 2010 and nothing changes but the hour. I've never been one for wild revelry. I'd planned to fic tonight, but salving my tortured feet took longer than anticipated. Maybe tomorrow. In any case, the end result will be the first creative output of 2010.

Happy New Year's, flist.