It's beginning to look a lot like...

....a bloody mess! Just look at my pristine dining room after the first round of wrapping gifts! Dammit! But round 1 is packed and will need to be driven to Rents house tomorrow, on account of the limited space of that impractical car (copyright: mom)
After that's done, I take my sweet sweet babies for a nature hike on the preserve, which is on top of a huge hill, where one can enjoy the view of manhattan, and not enjoy the 9-11 memorial...sads. We jump out of the ladybug and walk on the winter trails, which are desolate and there is no one else out in the woods, and I miss Central Park. I exhaust the babies, on the trails and then playing fetch. The sun grows fader and we drive home. Sitting at a red light, I notice commotion in the van next to me, and look over to see a woman twisted around screaming at fighting kids in the back seat. Gross, I see that the little boy is smearing some food item on the window. I look at the dogs curled up quietly in my passenger seat and say a silent prayer of thanks...there but for the grace of god go I...
At home, I decide to go to the gym. Put on a very jerseylicious gym outfit from Ph8. Hoping to see my gym friend C, I take one of my Borghese mini sets of goodies and wrap it up. Girlfriend is as much of a spa freak as I am and she'll love it. The gym is full of male beauty, starting with the two hot young black guys at the front desk. Mmm. Did not mean to actually have a vigorous workout, but am amazed by how awesome the playlist I made for the little pink shuffle is. I get really into it on the elliptical trainer, listening to a potent mix of superfly, 70's disco funk, ice cube, dr. Dre and Eminem. I amuse myself by looking around and mentally building a perfect boy out of parts and pieces of various men around me. Hmmm...I'll take his shoulders, and this one's legs and this face over here. Fun! I remember that I have two options of actual human contact for tonight (special visitor or drinks with L2) but I can feel my addiction to 'me time' demolishing these earlier plans. I note sadly that Angry Boy is not present at the gym tonight. Too bad, because I wanted to see Angry Boy again not only to feast my eyes, but to try out my gaydar on him. Gaydar has been a complete failure on Angry Boy and I am mystified...Angry Boy, thus mentally named by me on account of his perpetual sexy sulky look, is so hot that is most likely gay, but does not give out the gay vibe with makes my gaydar go beep beep... I put in 20 minutes of vigorous weights and head to the sauna, where I spend 2 and half hours of hard core grooming that would make a million Siamese cats pull out their whiskers in shame! One look at body hair situation confirms that Special Visitor is out of the question tonight. An hour into the sauna I hear C's voice outside and I come out and give her her present. She is so thrilled, and it makes me really really happy, because I just love giving people stuff that they like. Back in the sauna I decide that tonight is def just for me. I actually run into L2 on the way home and realize that he clearly has no memory of inviting me out tonight, as he apparently sent those texts during a drunkie holiday party...or he is miffed at me not saying a definite yes. Either way, we comment on someone's gross cooking smell in the hallway and we both escape to our apartments. I order a special dinner with an ulterior motive of seeing someone I fancy who works there. When I go to pick up the food, my mark is there and I ask him if he is all set for the holidays...yes, he says. All done wrapping gifts? I ask, tossing the hair. Oh, no, my wife does all that! ...great! I try not to look like I'm sucking on a lemon. But I am not homewreckerD, I do not dip into other peoples honey pots.
Food was delicious, esp being first real meal of the week. I am off to my intellectual pursuits and leave you with this picture of Bella ready to go, the minute a bag is on the floor.





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