Mortgaging My Soul, Once Again

So, not related to the title of my post, work was freaking crazy today. I was freaking swamped during most of the day, dealing with weird and bizarre things that were going on. However, in the midst of this craziness, Mike called me to let me know that he was coming up from the Carolinas and would probably be home around 6:30 or 7. So, I was like, bonus. I then asked him if he was bringing me any pretties. He laughed and told me no. So I then proceeded to tell him how much I like my pretties and, if he really loved me, he would buy me some. He laughed again and said bye to me. So, since I was in the middle of mayhem, I didn't give it much thought, as I give him hell all of the time 'cause he doesn't buy me enough sparkles and bling.

So, I got home, let the dog out, fed her, and then called Mike to see where he was at 'cause I needed to know what I was doing for supper (aka him cooking or me fending for myself [aka depending on the kindness of strangers]). He didn't answer his phone.

Damn

So, I made myself a couple salami sandwiches, a few cold pieces of pizza, and a cold piece of pumpkin pie that Mike made a couple of days ago. Sure, not the healthiest thing I could have whipped up, but I was tired, mentally burnt out, and, well, anyone that knows a little bit about me knows that I'm inherently lazy. So, those were the things that my little eyes spied when I opened the refrigerator door.

So anyways, after stuffing my face with a pseudo-nutritious meal, Mike gets home and tells me that he has my Christmas present and if he should give it to me now or sit it under the Christmas tree. Now, let me first take you back to when we first bought our house and had our first "Christmas Tree." You can ask my sister-in-law about it; use the link on the right hand side to her blog. Of course, you'll have to wait for her to stop pounding her head against the desk and, of course, after the brain surgery that will surely have to follow. *grins*.

So, our Christmas Tree is one of those outside plastic white trees. You know the ones that you've seen outside. The ones that are suspended by wires and all of that jazz. It takes 5 seconds to setup and plug in, it's great!

I know, I know. It's just...the artificial trees always look so damned, well, fake, and the real ones I have an issue with. I don't see the point in killing something just for decoration that'll be used for a month at most. And then disposing of it would be more hassle then it's worth. And the needles all of the place and Zoie trying to eat it. So, the fake white Christmas Tree is our tree and it's beautiful.

So anyways, back to Mike, I of course said now...because, well, I don't really have any patience and I do love my pretties. So, I opened up an bag and it had Burberry cologne, which I LOVE! (which, FYI, is a funny story to go along with Burberry, but I'll tell it later) So, I was excited by this. And then he handed me this wrapped box. So, I unwrapped it and opened it up and, hot damn, was a necklace! I was pretty damned excited 'cause my necklace that I wear now is, well, around 10 years old and it's almost falling apart. And this one's this real cute white gold one, very dainty, like me :)

So, anyways, afterwards Mike asked me why I didn't put on the necklace. I told him I would do it tomorrow before going into work. Which he then said that I should do it now 'cause he "wants to see how great it looks on me." Which, I had to correct him, "I make my bling look good, not the other way around."

Silly boys anyways.

So, anyways, *OHHHH*

I almost forgot my Burberry story! You guys would have led hopeless and empty lives if I would have never told this to you! So, Mike (prior to getting me the cologne and necklace) was shopping around at the mall today and was in *laughs* JCPenny's and asked them if they sold Burberry. *falls over laughing*. And, the sales lady looked at him and asked him if he was really serious. He, of course, not knowing what he was doing, said yes. She said that, no, they didn't sell Burberry and that he would probably have to go to Columbus if he wanted to find it. I mean...it's just so damned funny that a gay guy doesn't know that Burberry, wherever it is hiding, would not be hiding in JcPennys. Sure, it would have been funnier if he would have went to Sears (because the softer side of Sears includes Burberry) or some place like that. hehe. But, for real? So then he was looking around for a cashmere sweater for me and apparently this mall didn't have any of those either. Which, to be fair, it has to be a fairly ritzy mall to find a cashmere sweater for men.

I mean, it's not like you can find it at Walmart, right Jennifer? :)

So anyways, on to some serious news.

I got a call from dad today telling me that they were going to do angioplasties on my Grandpa Sullivan for his heart last night. However, when they got in there, there was a lot more damage to his heart valve then what they originally thought. So, they weren't able to do that. So now the doctors have to run some test and also look at the back of his heart to see about possibly doing open heart surgery. He had it done several years ago; they are now accessing if it's worth the risk to go and do it again or to leave him how he is. *sighs*. I just hope that the doctors have the right knowledge to make the right decision on this one. Which I'm sure that they will; the cardiologists probably see this all of the time. It just makes me freaking nervous is all. So, everyone think of Grandpa for us!

Tomorrow evening we'll be going over to Grandpa and Grandma Sullivan's apartment to see them and also have a pseudo-Thanksgiving with them, since we'll be having a Thanksgiving/Christmas party with them in two weeks with the Sullivan family. But, since we're their only family in the immediate area, mom thought it would be nice to go over and visit them tomorrow evening. So, we're gonna bring KFC (I think...or eat out, I'm not super sure. I hope not KFC...especially after the dreaded KFC Incident of 2002) over to their apartment.

Now, I know you're all wondering about the dreaded KFC Incident of 2002. So, before I tell you this, you have to promise me, ok? Actually, two things:

1) Stop stuffing your face. No, I really mean it. Stomp chomping like it's your last meal.

2) After I tell you this, you have to do either one of two things. Either:

a) Swear off KFC forever or;

b) Go out and order a super large bucket of extra crispy and eat the whole thing by yourself.

So, this tale is brief but very disturbing. Mike got KFC for us when we were living in Van Wert, OH in our apartment and brought it back to me, as I had much TV watching to absorb and my ass wasn't gonna sit on the couch ALL by itself! So, I had the chicken and was eating it and thought to myself, "This chicken tastes kinda weird. The texture is kind of off and slimy." So, me being hungry and absorbed in my TV, I took another bite or two. Then I looked down at my plate and it's *SOAKED* in blood. My eyes got really big and I just stared at my plate, horrified by what I just put in my mouth. As you can guess, the blood came from the chicken, not by the ceiling that happened to have the Virgin Mary crying tears of blood for mankind. So, much to my surprise, I haven't eaten at KFC since. And, I don't think that I can bring myself to eating there again to be very honest.

I may have to call mom and ask her to pick me up something different, 'cause I'm not really sure I can cope with that, at least quite yet.

But, at the very least, it'll be nice to see Grandma and Grandpa again :)