no soapboxing. relax.
B went to bed early tonight. he's getting up @ 3 a.m. to go to a Christmas party for his old department. thrilled beyond belief, he is, that they invited him. he held firm to the conviction that they didn't like him. fooled you!
so, i'm watching the news. here in LA, an overseas flight (not sure from where) made a emergency landing...looks like there were tire troubles, multiple tire blowouts on takeoff.
now i'm hearing weird-ass noises.
most likely just the place settling. y'know. creaking. thumping. just weird. not normal.
but then when Elvis stops & looks over my shoulder...like someone's there.
stop, stop, stop. i HATE when you do that, cat.
hey. i am not about to turn around. if Freddy or Michael or whoever is back there, believe me, i do NOT want to see him before he dispatches me.
weird. hate that stuff.
think i'll run to bed like a little sissy girl & snuggle with my boys...the small furry one & the big snoring one.
peace. oh, and a silent night, too.