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muckefuckSo how long has it been since you last saw one of these?
I can't remember how it was the GWO and I got around to talking about them the other day. Maybe it was by association from bringing up the Gran Marnier-sweetened Baltec which Scruffy made for himself at our place once? But they were in my head when I was out looking for stocking stuffers. I thought there was a chance of finding them at Whole Paycheck, but when I asked the affable guy at the service desk, he said, "I haven't seen one of those in years."
"I think I've seen them at CostPlus", I said, "but I don't feeling like going all the way to one."
Then he told me there was a World Market only a few blocks away--which I think I kind of knew, in the same way that I knew Burl Ives died of oral cancer, i.e. it stirs a recollection when pointed out to me. Not only did they have them, they also had a dark chocolate version, which I don't recall having seen before.
Back at work, an English coworker of mine happened to be shuffling by as I was getting settled. I called him over with the words, "Look what I bought!" His face melted into a smile of fond remembrance. "I haven't seen one of these in a long time." (Come to think of it,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oh_meow, he is old enough to be your nana.) After he left, I looked at the two in my bag and decided that that was one more than one household needed, and that some lucky limey expat was going to get a visit from St Nick in the morning.
The shopping left me fired up, and I browbeat the Old Man into helping me decorate the mantel, telling him the Good Saint wouldn't visit an unadorned home. After holding off for so long, I was finally ready to listen to some Christmas music, so I loaded up the tray of the CD player with traditional carols--and stewed in frustration as it promptly broke, resisting all our half-hearted attempts to fix it.
No matter; it only dented my mood, it didn't spoil it. Still we put off the rest of the decorating for the weekend, which we'd keep wide open in hopes of entertaining a friend who ultimately blew us off. (And he isn't even gay!) Tomorrow is the delivery of the new washer and medical appointments and a return visit to the Christkindlmarket. If only I can get myself to sleep after ingesting all that chocolate!
I can't remember how it was the GWO and I got around to talking about them the other day. Maybe it was by association from bringing up the Gran Marnier-sweetened Baltec which Scruffy made for himself at our place once? But they were in my head when I was out looking for stocking stuffers. I thought there was a chance of finding them at Whole Paycheck, but when I asked the affable guy at the service desk, he said, "I haven't seen one of those in years."
"I think I've seen them at CostPlus", I said, "but I don't feeling like going all the way to one."
Then he told me there was a World Market only a few blocks away--which I think I kind of knew, in the same way that I knew Burl Ives died of oral cancer, i.e. it stirs a recollection when pointed out to me. Not only did they have them, they also had a dark chocolate version, which I don't recall having seen before.
Back at work, an English coworker of mine happened to be shuffling by as I was getting settled. I called him over with the words, "Look what I bought!" His face melted into a smile of fond remembrance. "I haven't seen one of these in a long time." (Come to think of it,
oh_meow, he is old enough to be your nana.) After he left, I looked at the two in my bag and decided that that was one more than one household needed, and that some lucky limey expat was going to get a visit from St Nick in the morning.The shopping left me fired up, and I browbeat the Old Man into helping me decorate the mantel, telling him the Good Saint wouldn't visit an unadorned home. After holding off for so long, I was finally ready to listen to some Christmas music, so I loaded up the tray of the CD player with traditional carols--and stewed in frustration as it promptly broke, resisting all our half-hearted attempts to fix it.
No matter; it only dented my mood, it didn't spoil it. Still we put off the rest of the decorating for the weekend, which we'd keep wide open in hopes of entertaining a friend who ultimately blew us off. (And he isn't even gay!) Tomorrow is the delivery of the new washer and medical appointments and a return visit to the Christkindlmarket. If only I can get myself to sleep after ingesting all that chocolate!