My cacti believe in Christmas.

The only plants I ever seem to not kill are Christmas cacti, (although my leafy-green-will grow-in-a-jar-of-water-and-then-die-when-I-try-to-replant-you plant seems to be surviving in dirt). My cacti are celebrating early, and all of them have big red buds on them, ready to bloom (unless of course the evil-but-cute Zam/Sam eat them). So basically my plants are more excited about Christmas then I am! It’s hard to be Santa-happy when you work at a Synagogue. I did get my first dose of cheer while picking up Starf*cks coffee the other day. They have some pretty cute and tasty (not at the same time) stuff. It made me miss the mass merchandising evenings when we’d block off half the store, crank up the carols, and do the big Christmas set-up thing.

(A side note – one of my co-workers has completely lost her voice, so I’ve had to interpret a couple of phone calls for her. What joy. I don’t think people quite believe me because they keep saying, “just let me talk to her myself”. You won’t hear her! Duh! Plus I just had to “solve” the “problem” of printing two pages back to back for not one but TWO people who have spent the last 10 minutes trying to figure out how to do it!)

Geez, now I’m all distracted with work. Go figure. Maybe I should get back to it. And in case ya’ll were wondering, I will keep up the blog even after bossy returns. They DO give me an hour for lunch ya know! Maybe I’ll even hijack one of the roomies computers and blog on the weekend!

(PS Kate has the best hat ever! Scooby-Doo! On her head!)