Sigh. I hate being the bearer of bad news, especially when the individual I’m bearing the news to already had a sneaking suspicion. Like cats and certain fans, mothers possess a sixth sense that makes it near impossible to surprise them. As a result, potentially earth-shattering revelations are met with little more than an “I’m not surprised” or “I had a feeling” or, best of all: “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”. Should be an interesting Christmas and, by interesting, I do not mean “interesting” as in “discover a crashed alien ship” interesting but more “being discovered by aliens while nosing around their crashed alien ship” interesting.
Hey, I was apparently kidding when I said I’d finished my Christmas shopping. Turned out I had a few more people to buy for – most important of all, myself. I picked up a pair of stylish black winter boots I will sport all of ten days a year – unless Montreal experiences a staggering warm spell between and tomorrow’s flight. I also swung by Toys R Us and snapped some pics of some of the more memorable selections for the kids on YOUR Christmas list…
The new dog-sitter came by the house today to get acquainted with the dogs, run through the security and entertainment systems, and potentially scope the place in advance of the rest of her gang coming in to clean it out. I left her a rundown on the dogs complete with unique personality quirks like: “Maximus won’t come in when called meaning he’s either deaf or very stubborn and pretending to be deaf” or “Jelly hates little people”. Boy, is she going to have her hands full with Brie.
More writing – actually, rewriting – on the script today and I’m actually beginning to like what I’ve got so far. 30 pages in and that really tricky scene fast approaches.
Travel day tomorrow so you can expect an early blog entry. Questions, questions, questions, and answers.
Oh, almost forgot! Today’s entry is dedicated to blog regular Ytimynona. Happy Birthday!