I must have been good.
I received some doozies.
Another Christmas for the books. We have a family movie that I would LOVE to share if my pee butt blog stalker would leave me the hell alone. It is hilarious. Shows us all singing and Bing went around filming us talking and asking us crazy questions. One segment shows us all out shoveling and Socks rolling around insanely in the sea of snow drifts. Another segment shows Liv and Tinton having a contest to see who can stand on their head the longest. He won. Still another shows us all dancing crazily to Smells Like Teen Spirit. And my favorite...taken by Tinton shows Bing and I dancing alone in the living room to a certain song that we both love and has special meaning for us.
And guess what? I will be hearing that song performed since my Christmas gift from Bing this year (besides some Burt's Bees products that I adore) was tickets to the Lady Antebellum concert in February. She and I will get to see it PERFORMED!
I am stuffed full of turkey, we didn't have to go to my sisters for brunch since there is a drift at the end of our driveway that is taller than me. And more snow coming.
Instead, we all stayed home and were terribly bad. We watched this:
And call me crass and having no Christmas spirit, but I LOVED this movie and would have hated spending the day watching Ralphie finally shoot his eye out with that bb gun or Clarence getting his wings. Nope. We watched Bad Santa.
I doubt that we will be able to get out tomorrow and frankly, I am getting some cabin fever. Bing's sister called to wish us a Merry Christmas and to inform us that she thought the snow was beautiful and I told her she was a nut job. There is nothing pretty about the fact that I can't see our birdbath or naked lady statue in our back yard. There is nothing pretty about a snow plow showering our finally cleared driveway with fresh snow. And nothing pretty about adding 5 more inches to the twelve that we just received because the damn storm has decided that it likes our neck of the woods so much that it is coming back for a second run at us.
I've played cards and many board games. Watched a lot of television. Ate way too much. It is time to get OUT. I need to feel like my life is back in my hands, although I am smart enough to realize that it never really is.
Now, it's on to our bowl game on Wednesday. Arizona...you are going DOWN.
And our New Year's party. Just a few friends. If the driveway is cleared by then...
Liv loved her gifts. Bing was pleased with hers, I think, although she never says much. Our guests have been a delight and we have had some late night discussions that bordered on hysterical. We played let's-talk-about-our-craziest-Christmas-memory and I can honestly say that my story was TAME compared to these guys.
I suppose I will need to wash my hair sometime soon and get out of my sweats.
But, you know...it's a luxury to be able to just be myself all the time.
I hope that your Christmas was happy and will someone please come get this snow? I watched some crazy person on the Weather Channel win snow for Christmas. I believe they were in the Florida keys and they were all wearing shorts and jumping around in it.
We all sat looking at each other on the sofa. Jesus Christ. Were they CRAZY?
I would kill for 80 degrees and to look outside my window and see green grass.
Time for some more pie. They will have to roll me out of here when we finally shovel through.
Happy Holidays, all. Let's all do something decadent to celebrate the new year....