It’s highly unlikely that my scattered brain will be able chronologically catch you up on the events that took place during my absence. So be prepared for random photos and stories that seem to come from nowhere. (But that’s just how we roll, right?)
Wondering about my and Brian’s Christmas exchange?
Well, per usual, Brian was unable to wait until Christmas day for his gift. No, he requested it weeks ago. And by requested, I mean that he gave me the catalog, the coupon and the Target red credit card for his new stereo.
Speaking of the Target red card, does anybody else absolutely loathe Target’s selection for their holiday campaign? That guy and gal singing their way through the commercials? AWFUL. But remember the pyscho blonde who couldn’t wait for Black Friday? You know, the one who sang, “Rum tummy tummy, rum tummy tummy, rum tummy tummy, ho ho ho…” to the tune of Carol of the Bells while clipping coupons? I miss her.
As for Brian’s gift to me? Oh, you know me, I’m a square piece. I’m the easiest and hardest person to please all at the same time. Every time that Brian asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I always drew a blank or mumbled, “Well, I have sensitive ears. I could use those earmuffs that wrap around the head.” (Still waiting on that by the way.) Besides that, I kept insisting that I didn’t need anything.
But Brian had a brilliant revelation this morning (Christmas morning) as he was putting away some of our stocking stuffers. He got a bug to start purging and organizing our pantry. Towards the end, Brian got me in on the fun and we were able to successfully toss all the expired crap, wipe down the rest of the shelves and bring all the goods to the very front so that we can actually SEE what we have. An invaluable gift. I shouldn’t need to grocery shop for the next seven months. Kidding of course. Sorta. Merry Christmas to me!
And the expired stuff? We found cans and boxes with expirations dates from 2012, 2011, 2010, 2008… But the winner came with an expiration date from 2006. I should have snapped a shot for proof. ‘Twas a lonely package of chili seasoning. Beat that.
What did Jesus’ birthday look like in your household?