I got mad at Dan yesterday. It started off simple enough, where I put in my lunch order via telephone as I was on my way home from class. Dan was all “why am I making your lunch?” and I was all “because I said so” and he was all “you are 30 minutes away” and I’m all “that’s why I’m phoning in my order, duh. It’s like ordering pizza delivery but instead of pizza it’s a sandwich and instead of delivery it’s DiGiorno in my kitchen.” Dan did not seem to understand why I suddenly considered him my personal chef on call since he had lots of homework to do that was due today. I got mad in response.

No one ever said marriage was fair.

My husband is pretty good at ignoring my temper tantrums. He sighed, finished his homework and then brought in the ginormous Christmas tree that we inherited from my parents when they moved into an apartment. By the time I stopped at the grocery store, the gas station and got home, he was pretty sure it was safe to talk to me again without my head spinning around and flames shooting out of my eyes. Kudos to him for not asking if I was done with all the crazy. Double kudos for realizing that my craziness would subside when I saw the tree up.

He’s also had to start encouraging me to get stuff done. After we ate, I decided to take a nap because my life is tiring y’all. When I woke up, I had absolutely no desire to work. I wanted to lounge and catch up on The Office and 30 Rock, but Dan was very adamant that I needed to finish up some stuff. He told me to go work on Christmas cards and then found me playing Bejeweled on Facebook. A stern look got me back on Christmas card duty, until I got side tracked again. Dan told me to finish up the cards and I tried to convince him that they would get done with Christmas magic.

I’m pretty sure I heard him mutter “Christmas miracle” but he refused to repeat it. Probably wanted to avoid the head spinning and eye flames. Again.

A few weeks ago, I sat down and wrote about 30 blog posts. I planned for each of them to automatically upload because I knew that life would be too busy for me to post everyday. Major fail.

I can’t seem to figure out why WordPress automatically posts once or twice but then says “post failure” for all subsequent posts. I utterly fail at both technology stuff and NaBloPoMo. Oh well. I’m planning on keeping the rest of the posts for days when I’m feeling lazy need to focus my writing attention on things like term papers and correspondance to my local politicians. 

So quick updates in Sara-land. Rent is going well. If you live in the area and haven’t heard that I’m doing costumes for it by now, you live in a cave.

In that case, call me. I can sew you some lovely cave curtains.

The show is phenomenal and the cast is uber talented. Dan and I are going to see it on Saturday, (provided I can find someone to cover for me,) so hit me up if you want to join us!

In other news, we have two foster kitties that we need to find another home for. My highly-allergic-to-cats sister is coming home soon. I want to be sure the room she stays in is free of cat fur. The holiday festivities might be dampened if we’re visiting Amy in the hospital as she recovers from a near fatal allergy attack.

Also, we’re decorating for Christmas on Monday! Don’t tell Dan. It’s a surprise.

I normally pick two colors and everything is themed around those colors. The tree ornaments, the presents, the decorations, EVERYTHING. You have no idea how happy it makes my OCD heart to see a silver and white adorned tree, with silver and white wrapped gifts nestled underneath the branches and silver and white home decor surrounding the entire display. It’s almost enough to not hand out or accept presents until Christmas Day, just so the picture perfect scene remains intact.

Almost, I said. I like getting stuff. Don’t judge.

When Dan first realized my Christmas obsession, he made me promise that we would start with two colors and then buy only one color each year. After a few years, I’d have a wide rainbow of colors to choose from. 2006 was blue and white. 2007 I bought silver. 2008 I got red. And this year I had planned to choose a lovely shade of lilac to go with the brilliant silver. I had everything planned out in my head as far back as July. I was pleased to discover that Michaels and Joanns had read my brain and were offering lilac Christmas decor. It was meant to be.

But then The Layoff happened. Dan told me we could either cut our Christmas gift budget in half or go without a new color this year. I have to admit, I was torn for a full week. Part of me wanted the cheerful feeling of shopping and seeing the beautiful new things as they slowly gathered around our house. In the end, Christmas giving won out. It’s not about the beaded decorations or the scented candles. It’s not about the glittering lights or fluffy pillows. Christmas is Christmas because of the season of sharing, the good will towards man. Our gift budget remains whole and I am recycling red and white this year.

But when you open your gifts from me this year, I’d like you to think about my lovely lilac and silver beaded ornaments. It’s the thought that counts.

I know it’s November 2nd and I’m behind on my posting, so you don’t need to point it out. This whole “Lady of Leisure” thing is hard, yo.

Let’s back up to October 21st, shall we? Happy 3rd Anniversary, Husband! I love you, kissy kissy, smooches, hugs, etc. I didn’t write a heartfelt post this year because I had more important things to do, like feed a giraffe tell him everyday that I love him. We celebrated by going to Wildlife World Zoo, where I got to feed a giraffe. I don’t know if I mentioned that yet. We also saw a baby ocelot who was only 2 weeks old. He was tinier than a kitten and I tried to convince Dan to smuggle him out for me. My husband refused to face jail time for my kitten whims, so I called a divorce lawyer.

October 30th – I saw a few friends from high school. We met up at the school and received a tour from the drama teacher. It was surreal to be back there. Some things hadn’t changed a bit while others were completely different. It was fun to see them and catch up, although it made me feel really old.

October 31st – Our neighbors were handing out full candy bars. Meanwhile, I was giving Whoppers to the kids who weren’t dressed in cute costumes. I’m pretty surprised our house didn’t get egged.

November 1st -We did a film shoot for Rent, the film part that shows in the background during various parts of the play. I went to organize their costumes and make sure that they all didn’t clash horribly or dress for the wrong season. It was a lot of fun, even though many of us were tired and/or hungover. We had a business owner try to charge us for filming her crumbling wall on the edge of the property and the actor who plays Angel stripped in front of two passing police women. You know, typical day in theatre.

I’m going to attempt the NaBloPoMo this year, even though it’s been long lapses of silence between my posts lately. So if you log on, only to discover I have posted a photo of a cat and nothing else, I take full responsibility. And by “full responsibility,” I mean “blame Dan.”