Well that happened.
And no one got hurt, and only a few tears were shed, and no one got drunk or punched or grounded or arrested.
I call that a true holiday miracle.
Jake slept in until almost 8am after a night out catching up over drinks and eating one thousand bites of food and lighting the menorah and sitting on Santa's lap at friends' out in the burbs the night before.
Presents lasted about 10 minutes or so and then we just sat and played with new toys for one million hours before heading over to Cherry Hill to see Arthur Christmas then back to Chinatown for dinner at Ho Sai Gai. Best crab rangoon you've ever had, or I'll eat my shoe.
The movie was fantastic too. You should see it. In 3D, and I would never recommend anything in 3D.
Except How to Train Your Dragon. That you should see in 3D.
I got a nook!
Now I never want to be inconvenienced ever again in my life by having to put out the effort it takes to hold a book open and manually turn pages. I'm sitting in front of a stack of homework right now, and I just can't do it with the old fashioned texts.
I'm getting a cramp down my wrist just thinking about it.
Getting gifts is very awkward for me. I don't really know how to act and I sort of freak the freak out and act like I have some sort of special needs diagnosis.
Dave bought me the nook, and luckily he has a good sense of humor about my reaction to things bought for me.
We never really exchanged gifts, save for a few birthdays and Christmases along the years. We say it's just something we don't really do, but I wonder if he's really just protecting me from myself...
Did you ever read the Five Love Languages? Or hear of it?
Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Receiving Gifts, Acts of Service, and Physical Touch. Those are the five ways which most people show/give love or like to be shown/receive love.
To give love I'm a Physical Toucher, a Words of Affimationer, a Gift Giver, a Quality Timer, and a Acts of Servicer. In that order.
To get love I'm a Quality Timee, Physical Touchee, Words of Affirmationee, and Acts of Servicee. Gift Recipient is not anywhere on the list. It's off the chart. You won't find it here at all because it's so remote from what I'm comfortable with that I actually wrote it over on your blog.
But man do I love that nook.
For myself, I bought some Nioxin shampoo. Better living through science. The natural approach at trying to prevent further hair loss isn't working, so I bought the big guns. My hair was doing so well for a few months. Then it decided to revolt again. So sad. I'm taking it better this time around though. I'm all cried out over it. Time to get proactive.
Proactive. I should probably pick some of that up too. 35 years old and I have the worst acne of my life. Everywhere you can get acne? I have acne.
I'm treating that with chemicals too. Hopefully it will clear up in a month or two or twelve.
Bras. Four of them. Buy 2 Get 2 at Macy's today.
Bra sizes are like mens' pants sizes. They should make a size 35. I go 34 and wear it on the last clasp. It screams bloody murder for a couple wears and then the elastic gives some and it's a smooth ride forever after.
And the letter thing is just gross. They need to come up with a fix for that too. It's like getting graded.
Like a school girl.
And the trail of letters behind the number is just insulting.
I feel like more than one letter is secret code for "Lay off the Cookies, Fatty". Or "People Think You're a Slut".
But it's not.
I just have issues.
I don't know if there are lots of people (I should probably say "women" instead of people, but I'm sticking with "people") with my bra size or not many at all because they never carry what I need.
And that's how I end up with so many nude colored bras.
Whose nude is that anyway? That is not the color of anyone I know, and my group of peers looks like the friggin United Nations.
Shoes too. Size 7s are always in short supply.
And time. Where the hell is all the time at these days?
Someday when I'm smarter and richer I'm going to launch a research campaign around my obsession with the Time Space Continuum. And I'm going to have it renamed the Time's Pace Continuum. Because that's all it really is, isn't it? A continuum of moments and distances passed past as experienced by each of us with respect to our own relativity, stretching from So Slow/Far I Feel Like I Might Die Here if I'm Not Already Dead <-----> Holy Crap Is My Watch/Calendar/Mileage/GPS Serious or am I Losing My GD Mind?
I hope your holidays are falling somewhere right in the middle.