My phone is back on. Now is the time on Sprockets when we dance! I’ve brought my plan down to something reasonable, as Verizon is no longer doing that whole “extend your contract when you change your plan if you have less than a year left in your contract” nonsense. Of course, now that my phone is getting calls and text messages again, I remember why I was going to take it in and have it fixed. Whoops. So, back to the Verizon store for me.

Holy snow, batman. I’m hoping that we can keep it for the 25th, and that the TWP got it, too. White Christmas for everybody!

Not diggin’ these Wolverine boots. So, after the holidays, I’m going to get my Red Wings re-soled and repaired. Those are some quality boots, let me tell you.

So, I was snowed in yesterday at and ‘s place. Long driveway, six inches of snow, Pontiac Sunfire. Yeah, no snow-boggin’ it out of there for me. It was nice to laze about all day, but I missed ‘s Hannukah celebration as well as ‘s birthday party.

And now I’ve eaten too much for lunch. Nobody should eat a whole Jersey Giant sub at one sitting. Whooo.

Happiness has been poking around the edges and corners of my mind lately. My instinct is to be cautious, because what if it’s a mind weasel wearing a happy costume? But nope, it’s definitely happy. This is good.

Also, a couple days ago, the holiday season finally began for me. I bought peanut brittle. I’m hoping that it got eaten up where I left it. If not, I’ll happily finish it off. Heheheh.

On that note, I’ve got to pick up a santa hat from Meijer’s. What’s a holiday season without me in a santa hat? I mean, c’mon!

Turns out I might not need a lawyer, just a trip to the book store. Thanks !

Looks like one of these phones is in my future, as well.

The work Christmas party was awesome, but I definitely regretted not taking up on her offer to accompany me. It was night and day compared to LW’s, and the fillet mingon was some of the best I’ve ever tasted. The entrees I turned down included lobster-stuffed walleye and duck. Nummy!

I’m finished with the antibiotics. I’ve taken my last pull from the Advair inhaler. I don’t need the cough syrup with codeine or the rescue inhaler. I think that it might be safe to say that I’m over the bronchitis. *knocks on wood*

The last few days have had my stomach reacting oddly to things that it used to be fine with. As always, though, with sickness came strange eating habits. I’m pretty sure that my stomach will equalize, and stop flipping all the time. Lucky for me, it was still more than fine with the Golden Harvest. Was less happy with Lee Buffet and Los Tres Amigos. Some agreement between my taste buds and my stomach would be nice. So far today, McAlister’s Deli has remained satisfactory to both.

Of course, this isn’t helping any, I’m sure. It certainly kept me up last night.

So, now I’m nodding off at my desk, trying desperately to stay awake and to do what I can to help out. Oh, and the company holiday party is today. I wonder if they throw blackmail-grade parties or not. I’m guessing that they won’t be throwing ranch dressing all over the walls of the English Inn. Of course, I only know one company owner that throws ranch dressing around. Heh.

I have some paperwork that needs to be started that may need a lawyer. I’d prefer someone local. Any suggestions?