How fun is it to be me? Not very, and yet at the same time, VERY.

First, I’m sick. As a dog. A dog with a possible sinus infection. (Rating: not fun.)

Second, Brett and I exchanged Xmas gifts last night. I gave him a BOSCH Powerbox, which is a super-tough jobsite stereo he can throw around and treat badly.

He gave me – wait for it – he gave me – actually, I think you should maybe be sitting down for this? – he gave me a REALLY, REALLY NICE ACOUSTIC GUITAR. I couldn’t believe it! I mean, it’s gorgeous and brand new and it sounds great and he also bought a killer brown guitar case with faux aligator skin in which he’d placed two sets of strings and a couple of picks and everything. It’s so sweet! (Rating: Really really VERY FUN!)

So now, to justify having such a lovely instrument, I’m going to have to learn how to actually play. (I took lessons when I was a teenager, and can noodle around a wee bit, but a real player I’m not.)

In other news, I did all our Xmas shopping yesterday. In one day. It sucked. Coneheads everywhere, standing in the middle of the aisles with their shopping carts in the way, moving in slow herds, talking on their cell phones and cutting me off in the frozen food section. (Rating: not so fun.)

So there you have it: one really really VERY FUN, and two not funs. My head is full of snot and I think I might have a little temperature, but my guitar? It’s HOT.