Last night, all my underwear disintegrated around me.

It happened well before I decided a late night snack of Pizza Pops was not only appropriate, but darn festive – I felt a pop and a snap and the next thing I know, I’m even more indecent than usual. The scandal! I’ve had underwear come apart before and I’ve broken more underwire than I can count, but I’ve never had them happen almost simultaneously. I suppose it saves me from doing laundry, though – I’ll just throw all my underwear out. Perhaps I should replace it all with more ruffle butt underpants and matching bras.

I have the day off, and it is anything but relaxing. I’m building all the furniture we bought last night at IKEA, and my thumbs are extremely angry at me for it. Still, when I’m done, I’ll be able to hide all the terrible DVDs we own. I’m not quite sure what possessed us to buy the titles we have, especially since all I ever watch is Teletoon and the movies we have air approximately once a week on channel 50. I suppose they might come in handy – you never know when I’ll need to see Tank Girl 17 times instead of just the 16 I’m in danger of now.

Even though I’m technically off, I’m still checking email at work – I’m having a highly entertaining punctuation war with two other managers. So far, I’m winning (as long as you count not abusing commas or apostrophes “winning”, and god knows I certainly do).

What do you mean; abusing the dash is just as bad? Up your mom!

I may actually be able to take pictures later today, once I finish all this sorting. I am pretty excited – our place is friggin’ sweet. Ed is trying to pass off our Christmas Breakfast party as the housewarming party, but I will have none of that – I want a real party, and party we shall. Say, February some time? I’m kind of out of weekends in January already; such is the life of a social butterfly like myself. It’s so hard being in demand.

All those thumb screws have made me giddy.