Two nights of Hanukkah have passed and Hanukkah Thomas has been good to me. I got a sick pair of roller blades so I can show off my childhood skills to Thomas. I also got a REAL pair of BRASS KNUCKLES. They’re apparently illegal in GA. That’s how I roll. Thomas says I should keep them with me to keep me safe. As in an alternative to pepper spray. I guess when you live in Hotlanta it’s a good idea.
We had 10 people over for dinner last night, but only expected 8 of them to be over while we were eating (the other two were supposed to arrive late). We bought everyone Yummy Breakfast key chains as a small treat to take home, but we didn’t have enough for the extra 2 (and of course they brought us small gifts!). I pulled Thomas into our room freaking out, as I started to dig around in an attempt to find some last minute gifts; we have a lot of stuff in our room so it wasn’t much of a stretch. Thomas, in true pack rat form, still had all the packaging from a Yummy Breakfast key chain and a Let’s Hang zipper pull. We took the key chain off of his keys and removed the zipper pull from his backpack, and stuffed them into their boxes. We couldn’t find Elmer’s to glue them shut, so Thomas grabbed his spray adhesive can to finish up the job; the spray is now all over his keyboard but we had them fooled, which is all that matters I guess. We couldn’t stop smiling from across the table - I felt so ghetto, gluing up old boxes to pass them off as new! Thomas and his hoarding saved the night, and I’m turning into my mother, the queen of re-gifting.