Thank heavens for understanding husbands who give early birthday gifts when they are most needed: The Two Towers, extended edition – almost 4 hours of distraction! (And hopefully said husband will realize that it would still be nice to have something to open up on said birthday! Although, it was charming that he made an effort to wrap it. In a Home Depot flyer. But it was wrapped!)
I’m really bummed, though. It’s already December 3rd and, due to my cold, I don’t have my Christmas tree yet. See, the rule is that the tree cannot be purchased before December 1st, which is the day I got sick. And I’m really much too sick to go traipsing around the chilly garden center for hours trying to find the right tree. Oh, well, at least I’ve managed to write out most of the Christmas cards. I can’t guarantee that they say anything that makes sense, but at least they’re written…um, yeah, if you get a Christmas card from me, and it has the wrong names or says something like “Happy Birthday, and a Very Merry Easter”, please don’t take it personally. Maybe I should have waited to seal the envelopes until someone could proof-read them?
Oh, and band…that didn’t happen tonight. The mere thought of playing horn with chapped lips and a runny nose made my head hurt. Plus, it would really suck to get the rest of the section sick just in time for the concert next week. I’ll just have to wing it. Solo? What solo? Who said anything about a solo? We’ll just ignore that for now…ok, this cold had better go away soon, because I really, really, really need to PRACTICE!