A Brutal Monster High Incident, I Really Do Get Myself The Best Gifts, And More Damn Repackaging And Such

So I’m one of those whacked out nut-jobs that went shopping on Thanksgiving night.  Now, I think it is total crap that they have decided to start the whole black Friday crap on Thanksgiving, and I think it’s crappy and a half that stores make folks work on Thanksgiving.  However, I am far too pathetically poor to pass up the awesome deals.  Anywho, me and my fellow selectively social shopping buddy for life cousin, Robby, took on the crowds of crazy.  It wasn’t too bad actually, except for trying to get around and, well, it was so people-y and all.  I did witness one incident that left me rather shocked and unsettled and such.  I was standing there, patiently waiting to be allowed to snag one of the $5 Monster High dolls, since they make folks wait till the exact time the sale starts to allow anyone to get the sale stuff.  There were several folks in front of me and a one chick that came up behind us right before it was time to do the whole grab and go bit.  Well, the second folks started grabbing stuff, the chick behind me starts plowing forward, shoving and pushing until she was close enough to almost reach the display.  Unfortunately, there was a person standing between her and those dolls.  She straight up ELBOWED the poor guy (twice!) and shoved him out of the way before grabbing several of the dolls.  I just stood there, blinking in shock.  I was all, “Seriously?  It’s a freaking doll, it is not that serious people.”  I myself just waited for the psychos to be done, then politely asked if someone could hand me one of the dolls, which they did.  I managed to get almost everything I wanted without once having to be nasty or brutal or anything like that.  And boy did
I get myself some dandy stuff!  I got the latest seasons of both Supernatural and The Walking Dead and I got some movies, including  Frozen  and Despicable Me 2 and a new scary flick and one or two misc type movies.  And, the absolute coolest thing ever, I got myself Walking Dead jammie pants!!  They’re soft and fuzzy and they have zombie faces on them and are just the most awesome jammie pants EVER!  (Oh, and I forgot to update y’all that I did indeed purchase my adorable, fuzzy and cozy robe the day I left to visit the family, so yay!)  The other thing I bought on Thanksgiving was presents for Krystal’s kiddos and for the three kids she and I have kind of adopted for Christmas, since their mom has decided to opt out of the whole Christmas thing entirely.  Got them some really cute stuff that I really really hope they like.  I will say though, being Santa is rather pricey.  Totally worth it, but pricey.  🙂

There are a few things to make note of in this pic, besides the obvious fact that I look like a Christmas hippo. First, notice how short the sleeves of my coat are, leaving a significant gap between hands and sleeves, which is annoying as hell. Also, note the oh-so-intelligent look on my face and the flailing hands. I apparently flail my hands and arms around a lot more than I thought, at least while talking. Which is pretty much all the time. Lastly, isn’t my Grinch shirt awesome?!?!

Curtains.  Underwear.  Shower curtains.  Socks.  The occasional toy.  These are the sorts of things I have to repackage most often.  Note that most of these items are things that hold little to no interest for children, meaning that it is adults that rip packaging, take items out of their package, or, my personal favorite, mess up the folding/positioning just enough to make it necessary to take everything out/apart and redo it.  The curtains and shower curtains annoy me the most.  Why the hell would you need to screw up the packaging to get a better look at something you can already see?  They have no plastic covering, there is a picture of the stupid thing on the package, and, with curtains, you should have bloody well measured your damn window and then check the measurements given on the package to see if they will fit.  Morons.  I really do loathe people.  Like, entirely.

Randomosity:  I totally need monkey Christmas socks.  I should have gotten 2 pairs of jammie pants.  I’m watching my new horror flick, Sinister, and so far it’s pretty good.  My doofus cat woke me up at 7:45 this morning.  I fell asleep at 2 am while I was watching a movie.  And I mean, zonked the frick out–didn’t get the cat’s food or water refilled, didn’t wash my face or brush my hair, I didn’t even brush my teeth!  I am beyond anal retentive about doing this stuff before bed every single night, but I just crashed.  So this morning Dart woke me up with his Timmy’s-in-the-well meow, just to let me know he could see a tiny bit of the bottom of his food dish.  He still had food, mind you, but anytime he can see the bottom of the dish, he is immediately convinced that he is in imminent danger of starving to death.  Which, as you probably know from the pictures of my adorable cat, he is in no danger of starving anytime soon.  Why on earth would anyone go investigate strange noises right after the lights go out unexpectedly??  Not me.  Never happening.  Gotta give this dude a bit of credit though, when a snake came shooting out from under the box or whatever, he didn’t even scream or anything.  Me?  I would screech like a banshee and start flailing and jumping like a deranged school girl or something.  I wonder if I should attempt to remake my bed since I have my flannel sheets in the washer right now, so they’ll be ready a little later, which would probably be the best time to change it all out.  But.  But I really hate making my bed ’cause it makes me get all wheezy and out of breath and such.  Probably I’ll be too darn lazy and won’t do it.  I love my new little stuffed Croods dude–he is beyond adorable!  Not looking forward to tomorrow–I have my yearly lady parts exam (yuckickeeww) then
I have to work.  But I do get to work with Krystal, which will make it a much better day, so yay for that!  Scrappy Doo always annoyed the ever loving hell out of me, while Scooby Dumb amused me to no end.  And, in answer to that age old question, if a turtle loses his shell, he is both homeless AND naked, which is just an awful lot of hardship for one turtle to endure.  Ooh, I also need some Grinch Christmas socks!

Peace out, sauerkraut!

(Holy crap on a cracker!  I spelled that right on the first try y’all!)