Saturday! Oh blessed Saturday!

We're such grown-ups. We were up by 7:30 this morning. On A Saturday. It's crazy talk (this is at least the third time I have used this previously-mostly-unused-by-me expression today--no clue what's up with that) to be up that early for no particular reason on a Saturday. We did decide to make the most of it and so we headed off to Lexington for Christmas shopping. We made it to Toys R Us before the parking lot was so crowded people were no longer able to move.. but no worries, we hit it on the way out. We did lots of productive shopping but lost part of it when we got to the register--two of the toys were over twice as expensive as we thought, which left us without those gifts. This sucked, but we got over it.. but we really should have gone back in to find two additional presents. Might have, too, if we hadn't just spent fifteen minutes standing in line in front of Miss Perky and her "last year we spent FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS on her! it was so great!" self.

Second. Best Buy. I want to love Best Buy. I know that other geeks love Best Buy. (I'm looking at you, therealshedork.) I am just not feeling the Best Buy love. It's big, it's loud, it's overcrowded and it's overpriced. Also, why do these places separate crap into categories instead of alphabetically? Does anyone really go to the store saying, "hmm.. I think I shall buy a R&B/Rock CD today. I wonder what kind they have?" I don't know. Maybe I'm just totally misguided on how audiophiles live. I normally think "ooh, I think I'll buy the new CD by Josy Shmosy. I shall head directly to the S section without trying to label her music into a predetermined category of which I am unaware." What a crazy idea. It's even more annoying when you're looking for movies, or, in particular, movies of which you are totally unfamiliar with, due to being requested by a nine-year-old, and therefore have no idea what category they might be in. Amazon, here I come.

Also. I do not normally consider myself a grinch. I enjoy Christmas. I like red-suited bearded fat men (M wonders why I keep trying to make him eat cookies and ice cream for dinner..) and pale blue snowflakes and even the idea of a reindeer with a glowing nose. However, as I was doing my business in a public restroom of a restaraunt today, with the stench of unwashed flesh and stale urine threatening to overwhelm me.. there was an absurdly horrible rendition of Jingle Bells playing loudly, and something in me just completely snapped. Is there not a single place in the entire world where people can go to avoid being raped by the Christmas spirit these days?! Must I celebrate the holiday season while relieving my bladder?

Oh, and I got my knickers in a twist last weekend over Carol Duvall's cute little ornaments made from bottle caps. (Basically, you widen the brim, paint the flat side, put a cute little round image inside, add glitter as desired and voila! Adorable ornaments for a small tree.) So. Umm, yeah. Don't bother. I did one and then got totally bored with it and majorly unimpressed with the results. It kind of looks.. like.. a.. well, a beer cap, painted. I don't think I'll finish the other five I have ready for decorating. Maybe this is why my inner grinch came out in full force today--I'm bitter over my lack of Christmas bottle cap love.

So that's life with the Yayers. The rest of the day has contained Mario and little else. Supposedly it's dinner time now, but I have seen no evidence of this. I guess I'll have to round up the M and see if he has any suggestions because I sure don't. He's very involved with some ugly game, though, so food is of limited importance to him. Maybe if I distract him somehow, he'll lose focus on the game and remember that he's hungry. It's worth a try.