"I seem to be drooling and I don't know why..."

I went out with Gotti last night, that was one of his usual bits of charm. We had fun, went to Coddingtown, Cost Plus (OHHHH I LOVE THAT STORE!!!!), Target, and I think that's it. It was keen, we entertained ourselves. We were having a delightful conversation on sweatshops and the pro's of operating one of our very own while waiting in one of many, many lines. I thought everyone around us was pretty well disgusted but when we finally got up to the counter the woman was like "well you two are having too much fun!" Crazy, I wonder if she has a sweatshop running in her basement? At any rate, it was all pretty damn cool.

So today is my only day off before Christmas. I need to bake all the cookie dough I made the other day and make some lemon bars, too. And I need to get it all done by like noon. Then it's off to the vet for Winston's meds, then off to Tia Marisol's to pivk the old boy up, then off to Mom and Dad's for free laundry. *Whew* But instead of baking like I need to be, I'm sitting here fooling around and mourning the loss of my comp speakers that Lewis felt obliged to chew through the cord of. Nice. He's lucky he isn't slippers by now. But then, day ain't over yet. This now means that the only music I have in my house is from my hello kitty radio that only receives KSRO well enough to endure. Niiiice.