Christmas season?

First off let me begin by saying that I LOVE Christmas season. I love decorating my tree, which is taking me about 4 days now to complete, and looking at christmas lights. I love lounging in my pajamas drinking hot cocoa with a blanket and watching movies.

Now is the time of year that I really wish I wasn't alone, but this year I am determined to make the most of it. I'm determined to be happy with just myself, which isn't hard because I'm fabulous. ;)

The Saturday after Christmas I put up my tree and put on the lights. Sunday I started putting on the balls. I still am (on Wednesday) because I keep finding places to add and change. I'm really anal about my christmas tree. My cat loves the tree. She lays on the couch and looks at it, but I'm convinced that she'll tangle herself in the lights one of these days and knock it all over. I'll be incredibly pist. Really pist.

I've also started to branch out my friends. I decided to start working out with my ex-roomate and new neighbor around the corner. She has those Carmen Electra how to strip aerobic work out dvds. Don't laugh. It's going to be hilarious, but at least we'll be active. And maybe I'll pick up some new moves.

So this past weekend I went to the Planned Parenthood to get some new birthcontrol. I am over the whole pill thing. For as desolate as my sex life currently is, I don't find it necessary to take a pill every day and wish for some action. So the nurse writes me a prescription for a diaphragm. I'm excited. You can put that sucker in for a whole 24 hours and have a sex marathon!! You can put it in before a date and hope you'll get lucky and be prepared. No more forgetting to take a pill. I'm stoked. So I go to the pharmacy. I stand in line for the chick. The guy about my age starts waving me over to his counter. I acted like I didn't see him. I didn't want to see him. He finally yelled at me and I went over. He takes my script and starts writing down my DOB and my address and such and he says
we'll have it ready in..... hmmmm... actually, we don't keep this in stock. I'll have to order it.
Me: that's fine. (inside I'm screaming dammit!!!)
Him: Well, that is, were you planning on using it... tonight? I mean , do you need it?
Me: (shocked look on my face) I think I'll manage till Monday. How will I know if you get it in?
Him: How about I give you a call. What's your number?
Suddenly I felt like I was in a bar being picked up by a sleazer.
I couldn't leave fast enough. I laughed all the way home. He probably thinks I'm a hussy. Oh well. I should have asked him if he volunteered to help me deflower the diaphragm (thanks for that lingo Kev).

Wish me luck on all that.

JM