As I discussed, we had two holiday parties - one for friends and one for family. Every year, I have everyone at my house Christmas Day. My family. My in-laws. My aunt and cousins. This year we also had my favorite brother-in-law and sister-in-law, plus my cousins' grandmother. Lots of loving, lovely people.
I also had PMS.
I did pretty well. I was wiped out and tired and a bit cranky, and I worked Christmas Eve, but I still managed to only fight with the husband once. Unfortunately, I yelled at him in front of my sister-in-law.
To whom I apologized. Profusely.
Not so much to the husband. He totally deserved it - seriously. Just take my word for it.
Oh. We also fought New Year's Eve. Way to ring in the New Year, right? Man, we have difficulty communicating when we're tired.
I guess the holidays are stressful.
[Next year, I plan on being out of town. Alone. Except you can join me.]
Incidentally, we actually made plans for next New Year's Eve, because the past few ones have been L-A-M-E. Literal snooze fests, in that I've fallen asleep anywhere between 9 and 11pm. Only to be woken up at midnight, because why not? It's obviously important for me to be alert and coherent when Dick Clark creeps out a nation at the witching hour.
On the plus side of the holiday extravaganza, I also got to use a mandoline for the first time and holy kitchen awesomeness, people. It's like a miracle! I want to rapidly slice EVERYTHING.
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| The one I used was black, but still fucking awesome. |
I also got new dishes from the husband. Really nice plates that make me feel like I'm eating a nice restaurant instead of in my tiny dining area, bitching about the cat hair on my black cloth chair cushions and trying to ignore the noise of the t.v. blaring. A girl can dream, right?
Tune in tomorrow, for . . . I'm not sure what, yet. Something good.
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Speaking of something good - I've got a new post up at Secret Society of List Makers. All about my health. Mmm . . . mediciney.
Agreed - Dick Clark needs to retire... or just sit quietly in the background and wave every now and then. I realize the man has had a stroke and I feel for him, but enough is enough.
ReplyDeleteSeriously - *love* kitchen utensils. Although, admittedly I try to keep away from the mandolin after almost rapidly slicing through my own hand.
ReplyDeleteSorry about the PMS--that's never fun.
ReplyDeleteNice blog, btw--found you from a Secret Society of List Addicts post.
oh, PMS - it's like there's a PMS fairy watching you at all times, waiting for the worst possible moment to go "HA! now you will SUFFER!"
ReplyDeleteOoh - slicing potatoes?
ReplyDeleteI'm in.
We have plenty of cat hair if you run out.
ReplyDeleteI've always wanted a mandoline. I don't cook so I can't justify the expense.
I was asleep at 9 on New Years...last year too. I know how to party.
ReplyDeleteWhy did you have to take back the slicing machine? Too much temptation to use it on the husband's goods?