The beanie crisis is over.
Here it is ready to be wrapped and sent to Thing 2.
I’m still pretty fucking salty with Love Your Melon.
I was able to get a kids beanie, but it feels more like a draw than a win.
I’m joyful my daughter will get what she asked for.
This silver paper and snowy ribbon are helping tip the joy scales.
Thing 1 and I set up a wrapping station in Thing G’s old room.
We moved the desk to the middle of the room and sorted gifts into bags so we’d know what’s up.
All the wrapping paper, ribbons and bows on the bed ready to make things merry and bright.
Wayne and I are kindred spirits.
And one of my most favorite things about Christmas is wrapping gifts!
I love to create beautiful packages for the people I love.
Husband N asked me if there is one, what is the word that means to create something just to then destroy it.
I actually don’t know if there is or what it might be.
He then told me my Christmas gifts are the perfect example.
You know, he’s kind of right.
I make them because it pleases me to give gorgeous gifts to my family. I don’t care if they get ripped up and destroyed in the opening. Because they’re beautiful in the meantime and that’s what matters to me.
You’ll see…
Week two of holiday tunes brings us this adorable duet with Michael Buble and Ariana Grande, Santa Claus is Coming to Town
Y’all better watch out, now.
Please listen responsibly.
YBW walks by our homesite almost every day. He shows me the photos he takes and we discuss what’s new. I love that he’s keeping me informed. But that wasn’t good enough for him. He wants me to experience the process as much as possible. So, we’ve started going over early on Sunday mornings.
Nobody’s working. We’re not disturbing anyone or anything. We can check out everything at our leisure. (YBW can scratch our surname into the not-quite-cured foundation with a concrete nail.) We can explore the site and take photos of the progress.
November 22.
It was gray and damp and we went alone.
November 29.
It was sunny and chilly.
We have ground floor foundation!
This Sunday we had company.
The step in the foreground is where our house ends and the next one begins. Baby K climbed that step and danced around on the neighboring foundations.
Cutie pants!
Decebmer 6.
It was damn cold and the wind was bitter.
Garage foundation poured and lumber delivered!
We had company this Sunday too.
Y’all might think we posed this pic, but we didn’t.
Baby K was fascinated by the hard-core fork lift. She sat right down on that big ass fork and giggled.
Maybe Santa should bring her construction equipment…?
It gets more real each week and we’re SO excited!
Thing 2 asked for only one thing for Christmas.
She wants an Eeyore beanie from Love Your Melon.
They went on sale 11.24 at 11 am.
I bought one immediately.
The LYM package arrived Monday.
I was so excited!
Huzzah! Christmas for my baby girl!
And then…
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?!
You’ll notice this is a pink Piglet beanie. Not only that, it’s a baby size beanie. Too small even for the toddler head of Baby K.
You’ll also notice the invoice and item don’t match.
Somewhere there is someone who ordered their baby an adorable beanie but ended up with Thing 2’s Eeyore beanie. They must be just as disappointed and frustrated as I am!
Much to my dismay there is no phone number for me to call. That means I’ve been emailing LYM customer service for several days.
It’s all: here’s how to return the beanie by clicking this link.
Um…K…so when I click the link it wants me to enter my order number. You know, the order number that matches what I ordered, not what I received.
Still no straight answer about where my beanies are and how to send back the one I received. Not to mention that the customer service reps who email me are more concerned with me returning the misshipped (is that even a word?) beanie than assisting me in getting the beanies I ordered.
The fucking Eeyore beanie is now out of stock so I can’t even order another one while I wait for this mess to get sorted.
I know my daughter is a twenty three year old adult and understands when things go awry. But sweet baby Jesus, she only asked for one specific thing!
And because someone made a mistake in packing an envelope, she may not be able to get it.
You know, I’m not “a Karen” by any stretch of the imagination, but I’m nearly ready to rip off somebody’s head.
I’m fired up about this and won’t let it die until I have Thing 2’s beanie in my hand.
Customer service exists to assist the customer.
I did everything required of me but because of their mistake, I don’t have what I paid for. And I’m not receiving any real help in solving the problem.
These mfs need to get it together!
I just want my baby to have her fucking beanie!
Late last night I finally got an email. It seems a customer service person called Savanna actually listened to my problem and responded accordingly.
Of course this is what she said:
Thanks for letting us know! I sincerely apologize you received the incorrect beanie. Feel free to keep the beanie that was sent to you and place another order with the code I’ve provided. Your store credit is detailed below. Please use this code at checkout on a future order with us. This code can only be used once but does not expire.
I don’t want the fucking baby beanie! I want the one I ordered for Thing 2!
The Eeyore beanie is still sold out…I clicked the ’email when available’ button and have my fingers crossed I may be able to purchase another between now and Christmas.
None of this even touches on the second beanie that went missing. Still no credit for that one.
And based on this email, someone has Thing 2’s Eeyore beanie AND Thing 1’s double pom beanie and they’ve been told “feel free to keep” them.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
I’ve sussed out the kids beanie is one and one half inches smaller in height and width than the adult beanie. I’m waiting for a text back from Thing 2 to find out how her other LYM beanies fit to see if this will do in the meantime…
For the first time in the history of my family (in any incarnation), each person has their own Advent calendar.
Excessive?
Perhaps.
Do I care?
Nope.
We’re super-extra and that’s fine by me.
Here’s how it shakes out.
Top left is the Daddy’s (Husband N), all the hot sauce.
Top right is the Papa’s (YBW), so much red wine.
Middle right is the Birdie’s, because…Harry Potter.
Bottom is Baby K’s, Little People are just right for little hands. (and that Santa is so cute I could die!)
Middle left is the Mommy’s (Thing 1), because one must always add to one’s Playmobil collection.
Here’s Baby K’s mom and dad helping her with the first night.
It may be ridiculous, but I don’t care.
My precious husband needs all those small wine bottles.
My daughter loves her some Playmobil. (and she’ll share with her daughter)
My daughter’s husband wants all the hot sauce.
My granddaughter loves to play.
And I didn’t really want to be left out.
As Wayne says:
Can confirm.
We’re advent-y AF up in here (up in here) and I’m cool with that.
lose your sense of taste or your sense of smell
Either of these would suck, but if I had to choose, I’d say taste. I mean, most times when the sense of smell goes, so does taste. At least this way I’d be able to smell things…?
live on a houseboat or in an RV
The people who know me know I don’t like boats. However, I think I’d rather live on a boat than in an RV. With a boat, I could travel the entire world, with an RV I’m landlocked.
live in space or under the sea
Am I a mermaid?
If I could breathe underwater, I’d choose the sea. I feel like space would be cold and lonely.
be completely invisible or be able to fly
Invisible. All day every day.
be a kangaroo or a horse
Kangaroo.
Because Kanga and Roo.
It’s December first.
Y’all know what that means…
C H R I S T M A S M U S I C!
I love this Mel Torme and Bob Wells classic.
Here’s Teddy Swims with The Christmas Song.
I’m desperate for him to do an entire holiday album.
Merry Christmas to you.
Please listen responsibly.
YBW shared this song with me.
I like how Alicia Bognanno’s kind of shouty but also melodic.
Little bit alt and indie, little bit grunge, little bit punk, whole lotta fun.
“I don’t know where to start with you.” this lyric is relatable.
This is Where to Start by Bully.
Let me know what you think.
Please listen responsibly.
I have a TJX rewards credit card. When I use it I earn points that convert to dollar amount rewards to be spent at TJX stores. I earn one point per each $1 spent out in the world, and five points per each $1 spent at any TJX store.
That’s Home Goods, HomeSense, Marshalls, and TJ Maxx.
Needless to say this card comes in handy. I once bought twelve dinner plates for about 89 cents.
Last month as I was paying bills, I noticed a charge I didn’t make.
Nearly $800 to wine dot com in California.
Look y’all, I buy some wine. But I normally buy wine at Naked Mountain.
Or Wegmans.
Or Lidl.
Or Trader Joes.
Or Total Wine.
OK, you get it. We like wine up in here (up in here).
Anyway…
I didn’t buy that particular wine.
So I immediately called the card company to get it sorted.
They removed the charge.
Canceled my card.
Sent me forms to sign.
Sent a new card.
Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Not so fast!
I use that card for subscription payments.
Hello Bello for Baby K’s diapers.
The water deliver guys. (we have a water cooler)
But I completely forgot about one!
I got an email that my subscription would be canceled because they needed updated payment information. That’s Disney + and we can’t lose our access to that! YBW would be especially disappointed now the new season of the Mandalorian is on. Baby K would be bummed she couldn’t watch Bluey.
Of course, I sorted that immediately.
The diapers and water are a monthly delivery and payment, therefore easy to remember. Disney + is an annual payment that I never even think about.
I changed passwords.
I haven’t used the new card online (yet).
Of course, this happened at the height of me being sick with lyme disease. I’d pretty much had it.
So there was some shouting. There were some tears. There was a whole lot of me being a hater, and being defeatist, and wanting to take to my bed in the most dramatic fashion.
But it was quickly and easily sorted. And I feel a little better each day, so I’m much less in my feels about it now.
I’m relieved that charge was removed.
Though I’m kinda disappointed I won’t get all those rewards points.
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