Sunday, December 30, 2007

Holiday Wishlist Revisited.

  1. Amazon or Borders gift certificates/cards.

  2. cash.

  3. I need new shearling slippers, Mom.
    And the lady delivers.
  4. mini-muffin silicone baking pan.
    The wrong size, mind you, but still.
  5. a massage &/or facial.

  6. Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.
    Now I've seen it twice!
  7. The Goonies.

  8. Target gift cards.

  9. A new black, size small Liz Claiborne Women's Leather Scuba Jacket.

    Not one that looks like it.

    Just this exact jacket.

    Yes, the very same one I already wear and have beaten to near-death.

    I don't care where you get it, or for how much or little money it costs.

    And I don't mean that in a demandingly snotty princess way, just in a "$5 on eBay? Great! Your BFF has a brand new one in the hall closet and wants to give it to you for free? Great! $500 from France? Great!" kind of way.

    Carson Pirie Scott and Bonton have it for sure, but they probably also have it at Younkers or any CPS sister store. And don't forget to ask your BFF.

    My mom rocks like 50-times harder than your mom. Serious-like, yo.

    Love you momma!
  10. Robert Sabuda's The Chronicles of Narnia Pop-Up, based on the works of C.S. Lewis.

  11. Robert Sabuda's The Wonderful Wizard of Oz: A Commemorative Pop-Up, story by Frank L. Baum.

  12. A Littermaid. Or a CatGenie.

    I mean, really, should I ever actually need to touch stinky-ass cat litter?

    Especially when I've been working all day, only to come home to find a nasty pile of presents in the litter box?

    It isn't like the act of poop scooping makes me humble or more aware of the world around me.

    If anything, it makes me have unkind thoughts and words for and about certain small, relatively innocent fuzzy denizens of this here residence.

I also received:

  • The Pocket Paper Engineer, Volume I: Basic Forms: How to Make Pop-Ups Step-by-Step (Spiral-bound), from tif 'n wil.
    now I need to get the second book in the series.
    • victoria's secret jammies from one of my stylists,
      cute, but too big and exchanged for something my size. damn v.s. is expensive!
    • a bling-encrusted velvet BCBG track suit from another one of my stylists,
      comfy and pimp-tastic!
    • a grow-your-own santa, magic towel, gelato lipgloss, and fruit roll-ups, from Secret Santa K,
      they said the santa would grow up to 600 x his original size, which I think they exaggerated slightly.
    • glow-in-the-dark skull key-toppers, called "skeleton keys" from Secret Santa K,
      dude, you only wished you were cool enough to have one of these.

      they were even so cool that I had to spread out the coolness so it wasn't at toxic levels. so I gave 1 to Tif, 1 to Fe, 1 to Jo, 1 to K, and kept 2 for me.

    • a blingy skull teapot and mug from Secret Santa K,

    • hershey's kisses from one of my stylists,

    • body butter, bubble bath, and bath tools (loofah, slippers, etc.) from even yet still another one of my stylists,

    • a very goth-y chrome skull candle holder,
      when I finally get down to decorating the ol' dungeon, I will apparently have one less candle holder to buy. wooooo. spooky.
    • a white iowa sweatshirt and a pink hawkeyes t-shirt duo,
      which magically turned into 2 new brassieres upon entering the intimates department at Younkers!
    • 2 pairs hello kitty fuzzy jammie pants, one each pink and green,
      yay fuzzy warm and cute!

      just like l'il ol' me!
    • a $50 gc to walmart,
      which promptly turned into a tank of gas (at $2.81/gal, I might add), 16-pounds of cat food, contact solution, and 10 pairs of socks,
    • a new alox swiss army knife from matty,
      sadly, it has no tweezers or a toothpick. I picked it out though, so it's my own loss.
    • a box of holiday junior mints from one of my stylists, Fe,

    • a box of delicious chocolates from the Colorado cousins,

    • a pewter fairy card-holder for my station, from a lovely one of my stylists,

    • and the plague from my mom.
      thanks mom, being sick rules. or maybe i am hallucinating that part.
    If I missed anything, suck on it.

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