life, the universe, and donna

I had a very busy weekend, and yet I still haven’t put a dent into my Christmas shopping yet. Crap.

Saturday morning found me awake — voluntarily! — at 7am. By 7:40, I had wandered over to Toys R Us a few blocks away, and claimed my voucher for … well, we won’t say what it is that I got, since the person who I purchased it for may read this site. But, let’s just say that it’s wicked-cool, and hard to find, and if I don’t get some appreciation for my hard work in tracking it down, I’m going to be miffed. Hey, isn’t that what Christmas is about? Getting stuff, and getting recognized for what you got other people? Oh. It’s not? Well…

Anyway, I think it’ll be enjoyed.

Next on my agenda was … well, vegging for a few more hours, since I was still sleepy. 7am, gah. And then out to the skytrain to pick up little miss Carol Ann, who would be spending the night at my place.

How DO you occupy a six year old for over 24 hours? Actually, it wasn’t hard. Conveniently, she’s reasonably self reliant.

We started by heading off to Tinseltown to see Enchanted, which was funny as heck. Highly recommended if you need to watch a movie with a kid, although I’m not sure I’d really be into it on my own.

Then, back home, where Carol Ann helped me decorate the tree… and the dog. Then she decided that she was a puppy, and I should only refer to her as Lady. I’m not sure what Justice thought of her — it was one thing when she was running around, Justice could handle that. But down on all fours? What is this? Can I eat it? Hey, look over there!

Ok, so Justice doesn’t really have a lot of focus…

They got along pretty well, although Carol Ann isn’t used to a dog with quite this much energy. She’s used to elderly golden retrievers — big, but slow. Justice isn’t nearly as big as the goldies, but she’s tall, and … well, not slow. Kind of energetic.

Speaking of which, I’ve taught Justice a new command: “Dance” means to jump up on me. I catch her paws, and we groove a bit. It seems that encouraging her to jump up isn’t the greatest idea, but … damnit, it’s cute. Goes well with her tail chasing command, which she’s also pretty good at. And besides, Jenn kept telling me I should teach her to dance, and so I have.

Ok, so “heel” still isn’t perfect by any stretch. Who cares? My dog can dance!

Anyway. Saturday morning, we were rudely awoken by a dog who decided to jump around on the bed all morning. Carol Ann is definitely my sister: We’re not morning people. Justice, on the other hand, doesn’t know the difference between “weekend” and “weekday”, and makes an excellent alarm clock with no off button.

We eventually found ourselves at Sue’s Christmas party, and I am now the proud owner of Kobolds Ate My Baby. This amuses me to no end. I always wanted to be a kobold. And to steal babies. Put them together, and you have a recipe for Awesome.

The only downside from the weekend? I think I caught Carol Ann’s cold. Damnit. I barely even noticed she had one — she always has one. And now I do, too. Crud.