I am a spoiled girl these days.
I came home tonight- stinky, tired, incoherent and stinky. And, I think, stinky.
What is waiting for me on the coffee table?
A new universal remote? A new fishing pole? A new helper monkey to replace Mr. Picklefartz who, against my advice, started "dabbling" in autoerotic asphyxiation play?
No, but I do miss that silly monkey.
This might be even better than a monkey- A shiny spankin' new laptop.
I love Mr. Shinyscreen. Even more than cheese.
Now I just have to learn to push his buttons properly, if you know what I mean.
XOXO to you, Mr. WM for once again proving yourself the superior gift giver. This makes the spark plugs I got you for Christmas look like, well...crap.
I don't deserve you, cutie. But I think I deserve the laptop.
P.S. There's still time to cast your vote in "Whiskeymarie's Great American shoe-off" (see previous post). I'll tally the votes on Friday. I'm sure you're DYING to find out- like when we all were waiting to find out who shot J.R.