Zoe colored her hair yesterday, and she HATED it. It took me a good while to convince her that it actually looks tremendously fantastic, and in fact, I like it better than her bleached blonde 'do. My reasons for this are rude, and thus I will not post them on here. She finally bought in to what I was telling her, and I took her home with me because I just couldn't bear her crying and I knew at our house she would be so distacted that sadness would be an impossibility. It worked!
We rented Hamlet 2 and laid on the floor and watched it and it was a fantastic movie - as long as you turn your brain off and allow yourself to laugh.
My favorite quotes:
"Hope is a demon bitch"
"Chuy, you are going to have a magical life, because no matter where you go it will always be better than Tuscon."
There was also something about bible humpers sucking a bag of something or other which I found tremendously humorous - however, there are those that read this that may not.
This morning I got a call from my mama saying that someone (read: Brendan) left a note on the fence. She didn't know who it was from, but seriously -
I agonized over this for a good hour or so contemplating the possibilities of the contents. Anthrax? a boiled bunny rabbit? a plain ol' death threat?
I finally called her back and asked her to read it to me, and it was an apology. I cannot express how relieved I am that this is the case. I was not looking forward to a new year filled with looking over my shoulder and slashed tires.
Tonight is New Year's Eve, and I have no clue what we are doing. Whatever it is, it will have to be all ages because Zoe is hanging out with us. This will not stand in the way of me getting 76% trashed because this is my third new year's as an adult and I still have not brought it in traditionally.
Last, but certainly not least, I have finally gotten Zoe to read Harry Potter. Granted, she is only finishing the first one - it is a start.
Have a safe and happy New' Years eve!
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