One Thousand Million

Merrrrry christmas poopsie!  I can’t wait for you to enjoy your new snowboard stuff.. especially the bag!

Oh my goodness. It’s just too much. I got invited to go shopping with Raina and Chris’s mom. We went to the Meadow’s mall. We stopped in the t-shirt making store for a custom shirt that Stephanie wanted to buy for Rick. She wanted the shirt to say “spicy” along with a chili pepper. The sales associate went on Google and pulled a photo from iStock and started to erase the watermark. Boy did Chris’s mom get mad. We left the store right then and there. She got on the phone and didn’t get off all the way to Spencer’s Gifts. Then she decided she wanted to go back to the store and speak with the manager. I asked if she wanted me to back her up. She gave me a pretty strange look before reluctantly saying “yeah sure, if you want to.” So I went. I gave Raina a “wish us luck” look and left. On the way there, we talked about copyright infringement and how wrong it was and $10,000 fine per offense. I started feeling a little bit nervous when the “talk with the owner” became “we are going to fight a battle.” We managed to walk past the store twice without seeing it. Finally we find the store and she marches to the counter. I take a seat at one of the bar stools as intimidatingly as I could. Not even a few minutes later, the conversation became quite heated between Chris’s mom and the sales associate. Chris’s mom was sure to be clear that she was not directing any of this at the sales associate personally, but rather at the owner/company. He got angry anyway. Before I knew what was happening, Chris’s mom was yelling out “you’re going to be fucked! You’re fucked.” His arguments were so weak and soon he just had nothing to say other than to accuse Chris’s mom of having set him up. Then he told her she was “one of those…in your sweats” while gesturing at her very relaxed outfit. I leaned to the side slightly to look at his attire and noticed he himself was wearing sweats also. Anyway, Chris’s mom collected the manager’s information and I took a business card for her before we left the store.

Now, Chris can’t tell me that she never yells, or gets mad and curses at people…because I know. I know the truth. I have SEEN it…PRAISE JESUS-AHHHHHHH

I’m just going to say again…what a great week.

So, the Ginger got so hammered that I voluntarily stayed sober so that I could enjoy every moment of it. He poked me in the eye with his nose, stepped all over my feet, bumped my face with his hands, redundantly repeated himself all night, hit a very impressive octave mocking/singing along with the performer at Blue Martini, and forced me to go snowboarding with him and Pete the next day. After we got him safely to my house, I went to hang out with Todd, Steph, and Tony (as promised). I got home around 3:45am Saturday to find that the Ginger had wrapped himself in a blanket and fallen asleep on the floor in front of my sofa. Turns out, he had originally fallen asleep on the sofa and later on fell onto the floor and did not remember it. We woke and met Pete for snowboarding as planned. Man, did I have a great time watching Chris act a fool. I can’t wait for it to happen again.

It was a cold and dreary day. I expected the wind would howl as it did all throughout the previous night. The television was louder than usual to drown out the eerie sounds of yet another dark and lonely evening. I was preparing for an exam when, all of a sudden, my dogs jumped up and began to bark their annoying bark. Irritated, I fiercely demanded them to shut their pie holes. That’s when I heard it. I had feared this moment my entire life. There was a brief struggle with the door locks, but within seconds, the door began to open. My flight response was instantly stimulated. Like a ninja, I went from seated at one end of the sofa to perched at the other end behind a wall. In one smooth, calculated movement, I snuck a peek at the intruder. For sure, it had to be a zombie. It wasn’t. It was the Ginger..with a sugarfree caramel macchiato no less. *asian face*

The Ginger pooted on me this morning, apologized, then fell back asleep. I couldn’t tell if he remembered or not, but I felt this was a funny first worth noting.