Yes, but then there’s nothing left for you to find as the days wind down. Unless you have a sibling who wants to “help” by putting chewed gum, a Brussels sprout, dust bunnies, or Barbie doll heads behind the little doors to “surprise!” you.
Not that I ever did anything like that. Just an idea that came to mind now. Not years ago. No, not then.
So excited! Not about that scary ornament but about this:
I haz have cookies! Those should be clickable to embiggen. If I did it right.
(Oh, and that’s the Hellephant I snagged from the April’s Army shop, made by Sombritte. Had to include him for the gloat factor. Look upon my Hellephant and weep tears of jealous rage! Or not. Either way.)
I got my cookies today, too! They are absolutely AMAZING! Ann at Pinwheel Bakery is nothing short of a genius. I really don’t want to eat them. But I will. I didn’t get to be a FAT jealous loser by not eating the cookies.
I sort of feel like I need to take my boobs away from the screen now and reassure them that they will NEVER EVER lactate and no baby of any psychotic level (even zero) will ever be allowed anywhere near them.
SantaBeeby (love your seasonal sobriquet!), I imagine “This makes me tingly in my bajingly” uttered by a seductress in a ’40s film noir, maybe to Robert Mitchum, as he leans against the desk, smoking a cigarette, looking down to her neckline and beyond, to paradise.
Sorry. Got carried away there. Now I’ve got Robert Mitchum on my mind and am at work, with no bunk to retire to.
I used to work in hell, also known as front-line tech support for a huge multi-national corporation that was, quite plainly, trying to fuck over their customers. ’twas a bank. Anyhow, you never call a bank when you’re happy, especially not online banking tech support, so now you all know why I have a phobia of answering phones.
I quickly earned a rep for being an absolute accent-whore. most of my coworkers hated accents b/c it slowed them down and our job performance was rated almost entirely on how quickly we could get customers to hang up. So I got ALL the accents x-fered to me… it was the only happy in that job… I’d let those calls go on as long as the customer wanted and kept on talking.
So, SantaBee… please repeat yourself, slow is fine. I’m here all day.
Regretsy’s Advent Calendar is where I came in last year! A coworker recommended the site and I was hooked. And confused. And innocent. Yeah, I used to be a lot more innocent than I am.
Maybe she should try drawing on something flat? The part that cracks me up is that acts like signing it is a big deal. Who does she think she is, Denny Pinkham?
First they stayed up for weeks packing and shipping boxes, then 100 hours of international travel, now getting smoked/liquored up with fans daily AND STILL we get updates and sick holiday music and and advent calendars and Winning At Everything????
Your move, Sinterklaas or Joulupukki or Santa Claus or whatever you’re calling yourself this week.
Just seeing the advent calendar brings tears to my eyes…I found Regretsy last Christmas when this thing was up and filling my stocking (ahem) with fuckery.
And it was truly, the most wonderful time of the year.
December 1, 2011 at 9:44 am
Man, all my advent calendar has in it is chocolate. I think I like this one better.
December 2, 2011 at 10:35 am
The husband’s has all Legos.
December 1, 2011 at 9:49 am
It’s the most, wonderful time…of the YEAR!! Regretsy Advent calendar time ROCKS!
December 1, 2011 at 9:59 am
No fair, I can’t just open them all at once. I keep getting December 1!
The chocolate ones let me cheat…
December 1, 2011 at 12:31 pm
Yes, but then there’s nothing left for you to find as the days wind down. Unless you have a sibling who wants to “help” by putting chewed gum, a Brussels sprout, dust bunnies, or Barbie doll heads behind the little doors to “surprise!” you.
Not that I ever did anything like that. Just an idea that came to mind now. Not years ago. No, not then.
December 1, 2011 at 10:05 am
So excited! Not about that scary ornament but about this:
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Look upon my Hellephant and weep tears of jealous rage! Or not. Either way.)
hazhave cookies! Those should be clickable to embiggen. If I did it right.(Oh, and that’s the Hellephant I snagged from the April’s Army shop, made by Sombritte. Had to include him for the gloat factor.
December 1, 2011 at 12:32 pm
I got your tears of jealous rage right here! Oh, yes, lots and lots of tears…
December 1, 2011 at 12:50 pm
The cookies are almost too awesome to eat.
Almost.
December 1, 2011 at 1:02 pm
You poor dear! I weep for your dilemma. What’s that I hear? Oh, yes, the world’s smallest violin playing a sad song for you.
*walks away mumbling invectives…”Oh, and Bee? I fucking HATE honey! How do you like that, huh????”…*
December 1, 2011 at 2:00 pm
Mugsy, I’d give you a cookie if you were nearby. Not Level 4 cat, but one of the others.
And I’m completely jealous of your monocle-wearing avatar! So there!
December 1, 2011 at 2:24 pm
Sighs in resignation…
Bee,
I appreciate the offer and I would only ask to gaze upon the Level 4 cat cookie, not consume it.
And, yeah, I’m kinda fond of my monocle-wearing avatar as well, although it does dilute any serious comments or rants I make!
MD
December 1, 2011 at 1:07 pm
All the booze in my Regretsy flask can’t dilute how much I hate the fact that I don’t have a Level 5 Cat cookie right now.
December 1, 2011 at 1:23 pm
Yes, but you have a Regretsy flask to refill again and again to drown you sorrows.
December 1, 2011 at 4:10 pm
I got my cookies today, too! They are absolutely AMAZING! Ann at Pinwheel Bakery is nothing short of a genius. I really don’t want to eat them. But I will. I didn’t get to be a FAT jealous loser by not eating the cookies.
December 2, 2011 at 12:57 pm
As a dear fellow fat friend once said to me, “I didn’t get this ass by eating carrot sticks!”
December 1, 2011 at 10:12 am
That ornament is frightening. O.o
December 1, 2011 at 10:23 am
Yay! I love the Regretsy Advent calendar! But scary baby ornament is scary.
December 1, 2011 at 11:18 am
I agree; looks like it’s designed from a lactating breast’s point of view.
December 1, 2011 at 11:08 pm
I sort of feel like I need to take my boobs away from the screen now and reassure them that they will NEVER EVER lactate and no baby of any psychotic level (even zero) will ever be allowed anywhere near them.
There there boobies… there there…
December 1, 2011 at 10:51 am
Oh, This makes me tingly in my bajingly. The anticipation…
December 1, 2011 at 12:36 pm
SantaBeeby (love your seasonal sobriquet!), I imagine “This makes me tingly in my bajingly” uttered by a seductress in a ’40s film noir, maybe to Robert Mitchum, as he leans against the desk, smoking a cigarette, looking down to her neckline and beyond, to paradise.
Sorry. Got carried away there. Now I’ve got Robert Mitchum on my mind and am at work, with no bunk to retire to.
December 1, 2011 at 1:41 pm
I swear Regretsy is the only place on the internet here the women are just as pervy as the men.
It’s kind-of refreshing.
December 1, 2011 at 3:42 pm
OH women are pervy everywhere, we just don’t get to admit it as comfortably as here.
December 1, 2011 at 11:13 pm
MARLENE DIETRICH! PLEASE oh PLEASE have it be her!
oh hell… between soothing my boobies and now thinking about Dietrich, I have to … ummm… go… umm… now.
scurrying but not before leaving this right over here….
December 2, 2011 at 5:10 am
I have a southern accent, which is well-beloved and much-ballyhooed in the forums.
Imagine that with a slow drawl. Yeah. I went there.
December 2, 2011 at 6:54 am
I used to work in hell, also known as front-line tech support for a huge multi-national corporation that was, quite plainly, trying to fuck over their customers. ’twas a bank. Anyhow, you never call a bank when you’re happy, especially not online banking tech support, so now you all know why I have a phobia of answering phones.
I quickly earned a rep for being an absolute accent-whore. most of my coworkers hated accents b/c it slowed them down and our job performance was rated almost entirely on how quickly we could get customers to hang up. So I got ALL the accents x-fered to me… it was the only happy in that job… I’d let those calls go on as long as the customer wanted and kept on talking.
So, SantaBee… please repeat yourself, slow is fine. I’m here all day.
December 1, 2011 at 12:34 pm
Oh, NOW it feels like the holidays.
Thanks, Regretsy lady!
December 1, 2011 at 12:34 pm
Sweet! It’s that time again! I can feel the waves of excitement, dread and/or nausea!
December 1, 2011 at 12:37 pm
Regretsy’s Advent Calendar is where I came in last year! A coworker recommended the site and I was hooked. And confused. And innocent. Yeah, I used to be a lot more innocent than I am.
/Goatse
December 1, 2011 at 1:07 pm
Maybe she should try drawing on something flat? The part that cracks me up is that acts like signing it is a big deal. Who does she think she is, Denny Pinkham?
December 1, 2011 at 1:18 pm
First they stayed up for weeks packing and shipping boxes, then 100 hours of international travel, now getting smoked/liquored up with fans daily AND STILL we get updates and sick holiday music and and advent calendars and Winning At Everything????
Your move, Sinterklaas or Joulupukki or Santa Claus or whatever you’re calling yourself this week.
December 1, 2011 at 1:28 pm
Just seeing the advent calendar brings tears to my eyes…I found Regretsy last Christmas when this thing was up and filling my stocking (ahem) with fuckery.
And it was truly, the most wonderful time of the year.
December 1, 2011 at 1:54 pm
I haven’t attempted to open anything yet, except this bottle of wine…STUPID CORK SCREW IS MESSING WITH ME!!!
*gets to clicking at doors*
December 1, 2011 at 4:36 pm
Wahoo, I had forgotten about the advent calendar! Let the countdown begin!
December 1, 2011 at 5:53 pm
For a moment I thought those little white dots were Percosets. And oh, how disappointed I was.
December 2, 2011 at 1:00 pm
Hope it doesn’t cost much to repair your monitor for the scratching from trying to extract those pseudo Percosets!
December 1, 2011 at 9:28 pm
Hey, why can’t I open all of them? I promise I will tape them back up, and put in candy corn. Or something.
December 1, 2011 at 10:20 pm
“On the First Day of Advent,
Regretsy gave to me…
An Ornament of a Scary Baby.”