What happened with that? Volume 5
It’s time to update you on some stuff that’s been going down at Cardiogirl Manor.
Now that we’re firmly into December I can honestly say I still cannot stand Christmas music. I have spent a lot of time trying to analyze this one and I have no answer. I can’t come up with a traumatic event.
I enjoy Christmas. I love receiving presents, I love the idea of a stocking and my favorite part of the season is admiring the twinkling lights on our tree as well as the outdoor light show that my neighbors so graciously provide for me.
I do love the lights. As my oldest kid would say, it’s very cozy.
But recently Lin informed me that “2,000 Miles” by the Pretenders is a Christmas song.
I’m pretty sure I told you I do not pay attention to song lyrics. If I like it, I like it. Period. Mr. C finds that amazing, but what is, is gingah.
So I Googled the lyrics and Ms. Hynde does indeed sing the word Christmas in the song. Four times, in fact. Whadda ya know? There’s also one other Christmas song I actually like. It’s called “Gabriel’s Message” by Sting. But they never play that one on the radio or pipe it in on the overhead speakers at Kohl’s.
Remember the Kleenex box shaped like a wedge of watermelon? I haven’t been able to find it. I have seen the oval boxes that have Christmas designs but not the fruit. So I can’t tell you if the plastic piece around the tissue holds up.

And we haven’t run out of our eight boxes of Kleenex from Costco yet, but Mr. C is on board to start buying Puffs from Costco for the half moon dispenser.
Quite a while ago we debated which would make a better pet — a mute unicorn or a potty-mouthed kangaroo. I voted for the kangaroo, especially after reading about the merits of that built-in pouch.
So imagine my joy when my sister-in-law gave Katie a kangaroo Webkinz for Christmas. Just look how cute and sassy he is. And he is so plush, so very soft and plush. I do love that trash talkin’ kanga.
Bette Davis, I continue to love you and your song, “Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?” Solomon, I also love you and your mad computer skills.
It was Solomon, you see, who made that song my bitch. He did some technological mojo on it and then emailed it to me. I routinely listen to her while toiling away on the elliptical machine.
Why must everything be so unfair
Is no one left to care?
I’m left to care, Bette. And I really do care.
Lastly, I still want a boomerang. Maybe I’ll find one in my stocking this year.
Tags: Things that are fun!









