We've got Switchfoot/Relient K tickets!!
*SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
I can't believe I'm going to see Deathbed performed live. Never thought THAT would happen.
***
I had a lovely nap in Sam's room, uninterrupted and just the perfect temperature, since Lochlan has a habit at night of flinging all of his covers off and onto me. I don't need them. I broil.
Then I helped with dinner, went over schedules and homework with the kids and then got five different lectures from seven different people on being cheeky. I say five from seven because it got repetitive, and because I know all the words already to these songs. I know right from wrong. I was taught by the master illusionist and so all of this depends on the day, the light, the means and whether or not it justifies the ends. So I totally get it and I don't understand at all but at the end of the day I made a sick joke with perfect timing and I wish I hadn't said it. Been thinking it for years. Never going to do it again. I wonder when it'll happen next.
We clear as mud? Okay good.
***
Caleb sent another request for my Christmas list.
I don't have one. I can't give something I don't have.
Then please jot down a list of things you would like and I can finish my shopping. Make them count.
(Caleb doesn't shop, for the record. I used to shop for him, otherwise he gives cash and gift cards. So he needn't buy a damn thing, technically.)
I don't need anything.
Bridget-
What?
If you could have anything right now what would you do?
I answered this yesterday and got in trouble!
I cover my face laughing. He rubs a hand over his face wearily. I can see why Lochlan calls you impossible. I don't know where he gets the energy to keep up with your games.
Excuse me? I don't play games.
Your verbal games, Neamhchiontach.
He taught them to me! And then he gets all out of sorts when I invoke them.
Please make me a list. Nothing ordinary please. The others can get those things. Keep it dreamy.
Diabhal-
Just try. I don't get to spoil you often, anymore.
It's not your job to spoil me at all.
Right. Because I don't consider it a job, I consider it a welcome obligation, a penance that will someday be my absolution.
Oh, if you're ticking off the years in hopes of breaking even, stop it right now. That isn't what Christmas is about.
And what is it about?
Spirit. Family.
He sets his mouth in an angry line. Right. Make the list. Stay away from Sam. I'll check in with you tomorrow.
