Grump. I REALLY wanted that freakin' gown.
I spent the entire morning baking and decorating gingerbread men for the folks at work. I hope they like 'em.
In good news, the tree is up, presents are bought, we're ready for the holiday. This is good. But I still want to kick futilely at the universe. If I wasn't addicted to the stuff I'd stop drinking it in a fit of pique. At least I don't have to enter any more #%#$^@^@!#@%$$^#$& codes.
(I do, however, want to thank the nice friends who gave me extra codes to help in my quest. It was much appreciated.)