The 21st of December.
Happy birthday to my liver! This time nine years ago, Mommy and I were watching The Sunday Night Project (back when it was still acceptable to like Justin Lee Collins). We were aware there might be a liver, but weren’t getting our hopes up in case it wasn’t suitable. Suddenly I was on my way to theatre, and the rest is history!
This morning, Mommy, Christine and I went to Waitrose in Lichfield for some specific food shopping. I don’t know why we had to go there but hey, it’s an outing. A lady told me I had a “cool motor”. And I got a cinnamon bun.
We got back around lunchtime, and this afternoon I watched Elf (while wearing my Elf jumper), then Christine joined me and we watched Inside Out. For most of the film, Sadness is the fucking worst. It is very hard to sympathise when she does so many stupid things. Also, I fast-forwarded the sad bit. No tears today, thank you.
The 22nd of December.
Getting very very festive!
Woke up a little earlier than planned, but that meant I could get my blog post done and have more time to frolic. Well, to be honest, less frolicking, more tv and eating of assorted chocolates.
This afternoon, Christine and I went to see Pitch Perfect 3. There was a massive family in there who I expected to be awful but thankfully they were quiet during the film. There was some chair-kicking but I put a stop to that. Anyway, it was amusing enough for an hour and a half. It’s not as good as the first two, but we enjoyed it. I’ve downloaded the soundtrack.
Since getting home, I have put the decorations on the Christmas cake and iced two sets of cupcakes (they’re not all for us, half are going to Grandma’s).
Oh, and Ruby Rose in the gold suit is everything I want to be.