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Our dishwasher hasn't ever worked. I've had the maintenance men out here multiple times. The nice Hispanic fellow is the only one who pays attention. That cocky guy with tattoos all over his arms acts like I'm some bimbo. Um, no, the dishwasher's soap dispenser should open. No, they don't just leave soap in there sometimes if they are working. I hate washing dishes. Our machine is currently a glorified drying rack.

Yesterday I did a lot of cooking. I made a giant bowl of mashed potatoes with bourbon onions again. They are so delicious. I used golden potatoes this time instead of russets and I think I like them more. I have also made gingerbread cookie dough, for chocolate covered gingerbread bites. Today I think I'll make an actual loaf of gingerbread too.

My car is supposedly fixed. It was probably done yesterday and no one bothered to call me. The service adviser I talked to this morning clearly didn't want to have anything to do with me. It is sort of bizarre, as I have always had spectacular help from the dealership before.

The holiday season has been somewhat depressing this year. I think it is because neither my mother or I have put up a big tree. My mother didn't want to leave the tree to the mercies of the puppies while she is out of town, which is understandable. I'm sure my grandparents and relatives have decorated their home. At least I mailed most of my holiday cards.

finally. ring

ring Here is my wonderful, shiny ring. Photographing this was quite difficult. It has quite a shine in the light, and makes a constellation of reflections.