Chicken calendar

As I was leaving for yoga today, the UPS man knocked on my door. I dropped my mat, and hustled on over. He had two boxes from Barnes & Noble, one book size box and one big size box. The only person who would send something from Barnes & Noble is the Cheese Fiend! My birthday/Christmas presents had arrived! I told myself that I could open them when I got home, but I just couldn't wait. A box of that size had just too much potential.

I ripped off the tape faster than a band-aid, pulled out all the inflato-stuffing and found one item at the bottom. It was a Chicken calendar. Pulled out the invoice which didn't have the Cheese Fiend's name on it, but it did have her address, the price, the order date and the fact that she had in fact deliberately ordered me a Chicken calendar. WTF?

I hate to sound ungrateful, but really? A chicken calendar? Because nothing says generic, afterthought, "I really couldn't care less" than a discount calendar with something random, ordered almost a week after my birthday. I could forgive the discountness, the calendar and even the lateness. But I am just befuddled by the chickens. I mean, Cheese Fiend and I had lived and traveled together, joking about many animals, but chickens were never one of them. There weren't ANY other subjects that might be even remotely my taste?

Another kicker - the other package wasn't even for me. Misaddressed.

Went to yoga, which was nice. Then I had a good sulk through the snow to pick up the laundry I accidentally abandoned in a machine on Monday (of course it would be my favorite pants, my favorite towel and my W&M sweatshirt). The squeaking of the snow worked nicely with the sulk, but it just wasn't sufficient. I mean, Cheese Fiend managed to make/find gift for all the rest of her friends BEFORE Christmas. She was on a hat making kick, and I had told her I wanted a hat.

To top off an already severely crappy mood, I get an email from one of my grad schools saying that they can't process my application (due in early January) until a third letter is received. From the same person who hasn't submitted my letter to the other school either (I checked). I emailed my recommender a couple weeks ago as a friendly reminder, but right now, I am alotta screwed, since I have a 3rd app out there, and a 4th on the way.

Oh well. I just sit and try to remember the glowing things my absurdism professor said about me, and be glad it's Martini Night. So I can drink girly drinks with people who actually seem to give a shit about me.

on Pandora: "Over Our Heads" - Zero 7