I went to bed kind of late last night after my office party, not that it went on forever, really, but I got home around 9:00 and then wanted to watch the rest of this old movie I recorded.
Dear Mom: I figured out I could record movies on our TV. It's like we're The Jetsons!
You all don't know how many times I'll come home at lunch, start watching a Turner Classic Movie, then have to go back to work, so I'll call my mother on the drive back to my office. "Did you ever see that old movie with Barbara Stanwick, where she..."
"I never really liked Barbara Stanwick," my mother will offer.
"That's not the POINT. Did you ever see the one where she, and then she...what happens after this part? Cause I have to go back to work."
Seriously, my mother and I must have had 72 of these conversations ever since I got cable. But now we have this fancy red button on our remote, and do you know it reads, "Record," and I can COME HOME and watch the REST of the movie? So last night I did. It was about this old couple who loses their home, and they have to split up and each one stays with a different kid. The old mom stays with the actor who played Uncle Billy in It's a Wonderful Life.
The point is, I stayed up to finish it and now I'm tired. Oh, and also, that was the most depressing movie I've ever seen. Ned, who was up here writing things on his computer, because Ned writes and we should really force Ned to have a regular guest column at Bye Bye, Pie, don't you think? Anyway, he came down to get something from the kitchen and even HE said, "I just listened to that entire dialog and that was the most depressing thing I've ever heard."
Everyone go out and rent that old movie where the couple loses their house and Uncle Billy is one of the kids. No, I don't know what it was called. I started recording after the title flashed on the screen.
OH MY GOD MY POINT is that I have to do my makeup and talk to you at the same time, so here is me before makeup. Get ready. Girl your loins.
Pretty. There's Coney Island on the bed, and on the chair are all the Christmas gifts I have yet to wrap. And by "Christmas gifts," I mean things I bought myself and some gifts. That bag from Ann Taylor Loft? I got a blue sweater on sale and then I realized I needed another size, and by "another" I mean "larger," and what snacks? So we got out of work early yesterday because of our Christmas party, and I took the sweater to exchange it, and I got six dollars back, because now it's even more on sale than it was Saturday!
Tonight is our bowling event at work, and our team is lame. The four of us have been all, "Oh, you're on my team. Yeah. Heh." I saw another team come back from lunch yesterday with dinosaur hats. I am assuming that's part of their costume. You know what my team has? Bupkis. And a bad attitude.
Her foot seems to be gettting better, and I only saw her shake once yesterday. She's dreaming right now and making little bark sounds.
Anyway, last night's party was fun. If you remember Jane West--who I used to work with and who now works where I do only another department--she came over yesterday after work and got ready with me. She also did that in 2011 for the same party, so we were kicking it old school.
In other news, 1999 called. Wants "old school" back. I'm old school about my use of the phrase old school.
Mascara, eye pencil. Also, Edsel has come in to join Talu, to which Ned is saying, My, June. I certainly am delighted we purchased a dog gate, so the dogs couldn't come upstairs. A worthwhile investment!
Ned needs to calm down.
Is that a bad sign, that he's tending to it? Or is he just trying to help?
P.S. I just noticed I wrote "girl your loins" and I am dying.