3 more sleeps ‘til Christmas!!!
I looked forward to coming in to work this morning – I had little gifts for my bosses. A photo montage of the birth of our company in silver (colored) 8 x 10 frames.
I’m still so stoked with Christmas spirit that I looked forward to leaving the house – I’ve been pacing around eager for Christmas to arrive, all the while trying not to wish days away. We never get those days back you know?
When I arrived, I immediately noticed this on my desk.
No means no! They’re trying to plump me up for some reason – and it’s working. I’ll not go into detail, but suffice it to say, after the holidays someone *cough* me – will be pushing all treats away until I am certain I won’t need an entire new wardrobe.
It’s been fun though, I don’t even get mad at the scale. Worth every bite.
Ah the holidays!
I’m not freaking out this year – I actually got ahead of the game by ordering some of the bigger gifts online. The ones for my son are hidden at work until I can procure some duct tape.
Yup, he’s a peeker.
This is a photo from an actual ‘Wikihow’ by the way … crazy! They actually cover step by step how to sneak open your gifts and wrap them back up again! LOL!
To be fair, I was a peeker too when I was young. I outgrew that and do not like any surprises ruined for me now. (Ok, so maybe I skipped to all the spoilers about SOA series finale, but c’mon! I had like 50 episodes left to watch and honestly was losing interest trying to catch up!)
Still have a lot to do – but until I have more than moths and lint in my bank account, that will have to wait.
Our office is festively decorated …
And tonight – is our first official Office Christmas dinner. We’re going full ‘A Christmas Story’ on this one and having Chinese! I’m not complaining – I can gorge myself like a tick on potstickers.
Love Chinese food!
And the company will make the meal all the better.
HAPPY POTSTICKER DAY FROM THIS ELF!
Sleeps ‘til Christmas = 6
Gifts Purchased = 0
Holiday Spirit = 5 out of 10 thanks to an angel
I awoke this morning and proceeded with my ritual of letting the dog out then making coffee and shuffling about until coffee was ready.
I went outside to check out the moon next to Jupiter – probably would have been amazing if I had a telescope – but was still pretty cool. I wanted to be sure to see it.
Grabbed coffee, gulped some down then into the shower. Back to my bedroom, started to get ready for work and …
Something fell in the house, and it didn’t sound like anything familiar.
You know you get keyed into certain household noises … they have their own distinct familiar sounds.
Posters falling off a wall, the sound of an animal skidding across a table, those suction cup shower caddy’s that never stay cupped spilling all of it’s contents onto your shower floor. (Worst part of picking up a shower caddy from your tub by the way – spending time figuring out how to get the blade back on your razor and licking the damn suction cups.)
Anyway – this wasn’t an identifiable noise.
And it was quite loud. I was a tad alarmed.
I was in a towel – and while I’m not afraid to investigate noises or confront burglars or serial killers, I wasn’t doing it naked.
I threw my pajamas back on and opened the bedroom door.
I could see Butters staring towards the kitchen. There is a dividing curtain between the kitchen and Nic’s ‘wing’ of our shoebox. She was staring at it. And looking very uncomfortable.
Then a growl/woof from ‘Butters the brave’.
Seriously – is there anything more disturbing than your dog being disturbed and afraid of a noise whilst staring at something unseen? No. No there is not.
I forgot my knife and my pepper spray – but continued on. Pulled the curtain back and found the source of the thud.
Nic’s air rifle had fallen over in the laundry-room-that-does-no-laundry.
OK, so I probably didn’t need more coffee now that my heart was beating faster, but I got more anyway.
Finished getting ready and came into the living room to sit for a bit and catch some news.
It wasn’t until I was on the couch that I noticed something on our little fake Christmas tree.
My son went to his girlfriends house yesterday for a Christmas Party – I was invited but opted out as I’ve not been feeling well the past few days and certainly didn’t want to spread any Holiday Cheer of a viral kind.
Oh! Before they went, they made this at our house:
I commented on FB
“Damn teenagers these days! Leave my son unattended after playing all those violent video games and look what he did with his girlfriend while I was at work.”
(I really am lucky you know – I am blessed with a very good kid and I know it.)
I also suggested that probably it wasn’t a good idea to leave me unattended with a candied house. I was eyeing the shrubberies with some interest … but, it survived intact.
So – this is what was on the Christmas tree:
I have to admit, the first thought that went through my head was how huge she looked up there. It’s a tiny little tree.
Then the holiday spirit hit.
It was either from my sons girlfriend Chelsea, or my son somehow got it.
Either way, she was placed there while I slept and whether it was intended or not – put happy tears in my eyes and a warmth in my heart this morning.
So, Thank You to my secret angel.
(And Butters, that’s strike two – first you try to eat me, then you don’t protect me! Coal is in your future.)