You Know You're Getting Old. . .

When this is what floats your boat as a Christmas present.

But, oh well, because IT DOES!

And, NO. We don't live in a trailer. Although that picture makes it look suspiciously like we do.

Not that there's anything wrong with living in a trailer. Just that WE DON'T.

Okay, must go to grocery store now. After painting all day. The excitement never ends.

A Merry, Merry Christmas

It's been a constant party for the last eight pounds . . . I mean days. . . heehee. We'll probably be suffering from Post-Christmas Depression.

Including the depression that occurs when you can't button your pants.

FM is fatter than he's ever been, topping the scale yesterday at 171. Heinous, eh? It's disgusting. I may have to leave his Fat Ass.

My little brother made the family cry by proposing to his girlyfriend of two years, Amy. A new family member!

FM and I's Christmas present to each other arrives Friday, although we did manage to spend a little money on innocent baubles to exchange on Christmas Day. Our big present is a new front door. And entry light. And doorbell. And garage light as soon as I can find one that doesn't make my stomach roll looking at it. Oh, and house numbers, too (same deal with the rolling stomach).

So, internet, from our family to you and yours, we hope you had as an exciting of a Christmas as we did, minus the extra poundage, and I'm sure we'll talk before the New Year.

Now, I'm sure there's a cinammon roll or two left around here somewhere . . .

And tomorrow

We decorate!

WOOT!

This is our first tree in THIS HOUSE! Our fifth Christmas at this address, and finally A TREE!

In our defense, we were only here for three of them, and one of them was ten days after closing and we were knee deep in wallpaper and paint.

The other two?

Yeah. Lazy.

Think Global, Buy Local! Our Christmas tree was not made in China, but it may be just as destructive to the Ozone. But, I don't wanna know!

So Not Fa-La-La-ing

Well, It's Thanksgiving. And tomorrow is the biggest Christmas shopping day of the year.

And, although I have SO much to be thankful for, I must admit, I am SO not ready for the Christmas season.

I can hardly bear to think about it. The snow, the tree, the decorating, the wrapping, the shopping, the crowds, the food.

And there's NO WAY IN HELL you will catch me in a store tomorrow. Unless we need milk and then you'll see me at the Speedway.

I honestly don't know what to buy anyone, or what I need, or what even what FM wants/needs.

Maybe it's because I haven't ate any turkey yet. We're not having our family Thanksgiving until Saturday. Maybe Thanksgiving on Saturday will make me feel more Christmas-sy.

Or, maybe FM's family Christmas party on the 8th of December will help. It usually is a good kick off to the Christmas season. At least when we're here to attend.

I DO actually like Christmas. It just doesn't seem possible it's time for all the trimmings yet. Hell, we just got HOME. And, I need to finish my NaNoWriMo (and yes, I'm behind, by about 5000 words, and beginning to doubt I'll actually make it).

And, if anyone has any gift ideas, email me.