daily update

I worked a little late last night, and then went right over to Damon and Pythia's, a food place for a get-together in honor of jessica's graduation. Now that she will have so much free time, I wonder if she'll think she needs to take on a second full time job, just to come close to the amount of work that they required in school. I know exactly how she will feel. I went crazy with all the free time that I had. Lost of Play-time. Its great!

On the way out of the place some weird looking elf like dude came up to us and started asking stupid questions. Who are you? are you married? do you read? do you live in area? etc. I even asked him in his line of questioning if he wanted my social security number and credit history from me as well. He looked like his name could have been Ernie Goldstein, and he was possibly related to the family of Keebler Elves who make cookies for a living. So he started prostituting himself by soliciting his own book to us. Then he would ask if we liked being happy, "cause [his] book would help us be happy too". Lots of dumb questions like that. the came the price tag. He wanted 20 smackers for his stupid diary! We refused to pay such outlandish prices for such drivel. From there Elf-boy didn't miss a breath and thus went on to tell us that because we're such good people, and cause he likes me (cause he things I'm a sucker cause I'm listening to him) he'll give us a deal of 5 dollars off, making the price only 15! Sorry Mack, I didn't even pay that for my treasured Harry Potter collection. Then after another minute of him yapping away, Cheryl interups him and says "No, (you lame-o) We're not interested (in your crappy scribblings) We have to Go." ... At that point I wasn't sure if she was sternly talking at my new author 'friend' or at me for allowing us to talk with him that long. I took that as a hint that she was done with me listening and playing with this old elf's emotions. After all, it was raining. And Elfie had strategically tipped his umbrella(in a retarded like manner) so the downpour was shooting right at us too. I think at that point she just wanted to pinch his head off. Now that would have been interesting to see too.

Then a bit later, I started the mass assembly of my Gingerbread Castle. It was fabulous, other than misplacing my frosting recipes and having to call a bunch of girls I knew for it. It was a fragile process, but with spectacular results. And yes, it may have taken just over an hour to make one quart of frosting. But it was done with the up-most care.

Lunch was sponsored by In N Out. I ran into Rick n Silvia there.

I'm listening to Christmas music right now. Its splendid.