Holiday Lull
I hope everyone had a wonderful Holiday! We certainly enjoyed ourselves (and some of us still are. You suck.) My mother has perfected the fine art of spoiling; we got everything we could have asked for and more. Here’s a short-short list of what we got: I got the cowboy boots I’ve been dreaming of, Mike got the MST3K set he wanted (B-movie glory), and WE got a friggin ROOMBA! Oh sweet Roomba — the vacuuming robot. *swoon* I didn’t even ask for it. Now I can kick back and enjoy a refreshing Hendrix and tonic while it does all the work. Muahahahah!
It also wouldn’t be Christmas without the ritualistic gorging of oneself on cookies, snacks, dips, candies, dinner, etc. until your clothes don’t fit. Either my ass just expanded or I shrunk my jeans, because the scale doesn’t reflect a higher weight. ‘Tis one of those Holiday mysteries. And it doesn’t make me feel any better when my wonderful — yet tactless — grandmother exclaims, “Yeah, it looks like you’ve gained a few pounds.”
Christmas rarely passes without a minor setback or two. First, I had to miss Christmas Day with my family for the first time, but I had a lovely family dinner with the in-laws. Second, several of our gifts had to be returned because of improper fitting. But now we have the cash to buy what we want — and I’d hardly call that a bad thing.
But now I’ve returned to work, and Mike — that lucky bastard — is sitting at home playing games with his friend, Grant. Of course, there’s hardly anybody at the office, but unfortunately there’s work to be done. I really hate that week between Christmas and New Years; your mind frolics in vacation land, but you’re forced to endure a couple of measly days at work between long weekends. At least I have New Year’s to look forward to. :)
I won’t make any empty promises, but I’d like to post some highlight pics of the weekend before the end of the week. Stay tuned.
