I finished up my Christmas shopping yesterday. Of course, I had to buy a few things for myself as well. I've never been able to go shopping for other people without coming home with something for myself. I'm sure that says something about the extent of my inherent selfishness, but oh well. One of the things I bought for myself was a yoga video. Stop laughing. It was hard to find one that just takes you through the moves without all of the New Age or Eastern philosophy stuff that generally accompanies yoga, but I did, so I can work off my considerable Christian butt without any guilt (or having to endure any preaching from my conservative mother).

I also took Fizgig to Pet Smart (Pets Mart? whichever) and blew way too much money on him. Among other things, I bought him a tiny little rain coat (I know what you're thinking, but it's just an attempt to save my carpet. He refuses to go out in the--hey, wait a minute, I don't need to justify myself to you! I bought a tiny little rain coat for my tiny little doggy and if you don't like it you can just deal!), and some shampoo for white fur that will hopefully get the nasty brown stains out from under his gunky little eyes.

I also bought one of those pre-packaged Christmas stockings for my cat. I gave it to her as soon as I got home, because I just couldn't wait to see her reaction, which was ultimately to turn her prissy little nose up at every single item that I pulled out of the stocking and then go play instead with the drawstring on a pair of pants that was hanging on the closet door. I suppose there's a lesson to be inferred there about the joy of simple pleasures, but really I think she was just being a stuck up, ungrateful little bitch.