Third time’s a charm, right? And bad things happen in threes? That should mean that after today, my debit card number is off the plate. Today, my debit card number got stolen for the third time. I’m starting to wonder if some brainiac out there sits around coming up with random combinations of numbers, slaps them on cards, and sees if they’ll work to pay for stuff. Because I can’t think of another reason why my card number would be stolen. I only buy online from secure sites. I always make sure that my transaction is over when I leave an ATM, and I make sure to take my receipt with me. I do not get cash from shady ATMs, only my bank and the ATM that’s in the same building as my office, which is surrounded by offices and has security cameras on it. And each of the three times the damn number has been stolen (three different numbers, mind you, twice with HSBC, once with WaMu), the friggin’ card itself has been sitting in my wallet. I just do not get it. Good thing I took money out of the ATM last night. Also a good thing that I bought some wine with it. I need a drink.
I decorated the small tree that I have left over from my college days last night, and while I was hanging decorations, I could see the wheels turning in Freddie’s head. “Oooh! Toys! Toys to swat at!” And every time I would tell him “No, this is not to play with,” he would give me a very confused look. When I thought about it from his point of view, I can’t blame him. He’s a little street cat who has never had an indoor Christmas, and I have spent the past 6 months encouraging him to swat at toys. He doesn’t understand that the Christmas tree is not a toy, only that it’s shiny and dangly. Poor little street cat. At least that’s what I thought until he took a swat at my icicle lights and knocked out the middle of the strand. Then I thought “stupid fucking cat.”
Pictures, as promised:
The most hideous ornament ever. Yes, that’s a crab painted on it. Don’t ask. I love it for its kitsch value.
LED lights are bright.
For example, that green light throws this blinding beam of light two feet away to this curtain.
Do not fuck with the Frosty Friends or they will have you jumping through hoops, too.
Just for Rick, an shot looking up from under the tree. We like to look at the tree this way.
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I want those lights…
J-Me~Target, baby.
Love those lights!!! And we have a Target close!
That so sux about the number theft!
So gorgeous!
Very cool. I love the LED’s. I may need to get some for our tree this year.
Hideous? Do you honestly think that anything depicting a crab could be less than wonderful?! I shun the idea that it only remains for its kitsch value. I heart the crab ball.
And I’m SO sorry about your debit card. So sorry!
That really sucks about your debit card. That’s happened to me twice with two different cards, same bank. I feel your misery.
We have a pre-lit Christmas tree, but I’m thinking we need the LED lights anyway.
The pictures are terrific!
Thinking of you.
Aawww…I like the crab. In fact, I love all the unloved Christmas ornaments on everyone’s trees….like they have feelings or something. Yes, I’ve always been like this……