Had a great weekend with Deb. Feeling much better emotionally. Deb, of all people, calmed me down from a major snit I was feeling on Friday.

I got a buttload of financial document filing and organizing done this weekend. Saw a little boy with a live exotic bird crawling around on him at Burger King on Saturday. It was slightly bigger than a parakeet and a gorgeous blue and green color. Its squawking sent me right back to the days when Woolworth's had a pet departement. Vacuumed the hell out of the house on Sunday. Had a great time with Anat and her friends Jennifer (not THAT Jennifer) and Stephanie from Texas. After dinner, we played Trivial Pursuit and then got in the hot tub. Those Texas girls are nice, but they sure are shy about getting naked. Can you believe they made us cover our eyes after getting a ringside eyefull of my naked butch ass?

Okay, this part's actually about Xmas presents. I spent the better part of Saturday online shopping. I dropped about $250 at www.blowfish.com. Gah! But, I know those presents will be enjoyed by all. I got two different kinds of waterproof vibe for hot tub play. I got a set of "little black clips" for Sara (or for me, depending on how you look at it). I got "Fallen Angels" for Jake (which I hope she'll loan me when she's done with it). I ordered four copies of the Penthouse book that my short story is in. Jess, it'll be a while before you get your book. I also got the complete Taschen set of historic erotica for Sara. And I got a Fukuoku 9000 power pack for me (or Deb and Sara, depending on how you look at it). Several other books and maybe a toy I've forgotten. It was hard not to pick stuff out for myself.

I got Anat a plush covered paper diary. I still need to get something else for her. Though Deb's probably gotten her enough stuff to cover the both of us.

In other news, some asshole sent a vaguely threatening letter to Anat after my last entry. That pisses me off to no end. I received lots of sympathetic, understanding, and wise sentiments from my friends and readers, which I greatly appreciated and that made me feel a lot better in itself. But as far as I'm concerned, whoever sent that letter to Anat can go to hell. Anat has been nothing but a good friend and fun person to be with since she became involved in our lives. Deb and I both like her a lot. Hell, she goes out of her way to take me to the train station every morning since my car died. So whoever you are, just back the fuck off.