I've been pretty consistently amused recently by any number of things.  This is the one that has me laughing this week:

First of all, Mikey Day can do no wrong.  There's something about him that reminds me of every boy I grew up with, and the kind of boy I wish I had grown up with.  He's "only" six years younger than me, so I don't feel completely inappropriate.

Second of all, Kenan Thompson can do no wrong. Kenan, like me, is an Atlantan.  He's also funny and adorable.

Third, my obsession with American Girl is well known.  I've been to way, way too many American Girl stores, and I know entirely too much about the various dolls. Especially for someone who doesn't own one.  Or have kids.  Or nieces.

So, yeah - I highly recommend it.

Anyway.  Today was the company Christmas luncheon, and it was delightful.  I found out I'll be making Hilton Diamond again next year, and probably by May.  In Arkansas.  

This weekend is going to be hardcore about shopping for presents.  I haven't really even started.

Nightgown for Mom.  A few giftcards.  A few more giftcards... it's all good.

In a brief moment of dumb, I used a credit card to pay my ER visit ($400) , and I should have used my Health Savings Account debit card.  Damn, damn, damn.  In my defense, I was heavily medicated when the woman asking for money came asking for money.  And I wasn't entirely sure I had activated my HSA card.

But all of that to say, I can't rob Peter to repay Paul, or something.  It's fine, it's just annoying. It will all come out in the wash, as they say.

Work is good.  Found out I'm going to be traveling like a mother for the first half of the year - and that's actually a good thing, mostly.  I mean, I'll miss the dog and husband (not necessarily in that order) but think of the money we'll save!  No gas and far less in grocery spending.  I have already decided to come home one weekend of each of the training - probably that first weekend, then I'll be home roughly every other weekend.  It's time in the car, but that's not a terrible thing.  I don't mind a little driving (or flying, if I can get a deal) and it seems like it'll break everything up a little.

OK, people-types.  It's bedtime, or damn near it.

Be good, and be good at it.