Hippopottoman.

Nevermind the kids not giving me anything for Christmas; I got myself  a Christmas gift; Merry Christmas to me!  I ordered this hippopottoman; a hippo ottoman(being a history buff "Ottoman" always makes me think of Turkiye; the Ottoman Empire) that also has a lid and storage space! I'd seen them for the past few years at the CNE  and liked it and wanted it but it was too expensive; like 300$ but this one was half-price for Boxing Week sales so I ordered it online and they'll call and let us know when to pick it up in the store which is just in town, like 5-10 minutes away. I could have had it delivered except it cost 50$(which is half the cost of what I paid for the item!)

or I also had the option of getting free delivery.

....if I spent 700$.

 So I went with the pick-up option.My hubby jokes he only charges 25$ for pick-up.😂

 I'm going to put it in the rec-room next to my computer. I also ordered some more bath-bombs from Lush. Just like I buy my own flowers I can buy my own gifts,too and don't have to depend on other people who just disappoint me and can't be relied on. In 90 minutes my hubby goes to pick up my mother as well and then the 29 YR old and I do our stockings and everyone opens their gifts which won't take long this year; there's only something like 6 gifts under the tree.Buddy even has one,too.

Christmas just isn't the same though like it was when I was a kid, or even like it was when my kids were young, but now they've grown up and mostly moved out and left home it's not the same and I no longer have that excited feeling I used to have,either. Now it's like any other day, only more stressful. That Christmas song that goes, ...and hearts will be glowing when loved ones are near also reminds me of Christmases when I was a kid, visiting relatives, like my grandparents and various aunts and uncles and cousins; those were such magical and happy moments but now I just see it like my childhood and teen years; happy times from the past that are gone now and that I've outgrown and that are only memories now.

Maybe now it's even God's way of telling me He doesn't want me to celebrate Christmas, though, because when you get right down to it the Jehovah's Witnesses are right; it was originally a pagan celebration; the Roman Saturnalia festival that Christians "hijacked" and reclaimed for God. No one really knows for sure when Jesus was actually born,anyway. Who knows? I'm just glad that Buddy's still here, though and I was afraid that he'd die today and as long as I still have him I have everything and have everything I need, and we're also doing mashed potatoes for dinner too and we need milk for it but we ran out and I told my hubby yesterday to go out and get some but he refused so now dinner is ruined because he's stupid and didn't plan ahead.

It's also really foggy out today like it was yesterday and I heard an ad for a truck that said it was " rough on the outside and warm and comforting on the inside" and it described me!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Everyone rides on the Karma train! ~Richie Sambora