Stupid Droid

Want one of these so super bad.

Selfless? That's Me

There is no greater love than that of a woman who will give up *one* of her pillows for her husband. That is a bond stronger than mortgage or marriage.

A Vignette Christmas

Still no Christmas tree. Probs not going to happen at this point. I have done some more decorating though.



A wreath. There's one on the front of the door also, but it's flippin' cold out there + it's dark.

Did a little something on the kitchen island.



A little breakfast table action.





For the family room, I put together a little bouquet:



Red mums with hypernisomething berries:



And my favorite Nativity in the dining room:



Last night, Lovey and I had this conversation.

Me: You know what we should do? You should take all of the dogs with you to Tennessee, and I'll stay here and have a super quiet holiday.

Lovey: How about I take Blanca and Duffy, and I leave Pullo here with you?

Me: Why do I get the Big Brown Scaredy Dog?

Lovey: Because both of you think you're super cool after you get your hair done.

Hmm. Can't argue with that logic.

This Might Do It

Since I missed the Charlie Brown Christmas Special, this might just be what gets me in the spirit:



And this one, just because:

Baby, It's Cold Outside

But not nearly as cold as Alaska. That's where my Lovey is this week. We spent the better part of Sunday looking for his snow boots. We finally found them, but they were dry-rotted from 15 years of non-use.

Lovey made me promise not to post this picture on Facebook. Technically, this isn't Facebook.



Man, I wish I had that jacket. It's 39 freaking degrees! OK, so it's -16 in Fairbanks. It's all relative, right?

I hate Alaska. I hate that it's 4 hours time difference. I miss not getting to talk to my boy as much as when he's traveling closer. I hate him flying so far away in snowy, icy weather. I'm a worrier. Can't help myself. Want him home safe and sound where he belongs. Miss him.

I planned on trying to decorate for Christmas this week, but it just isn't happening. I don't really know why. I just don't really have any desire to do the whole Big Tree Thing. Here's what I've done so far.



Yep, that's it. That's as far as the creative juices have gotten me. Embarrassing, really.

So what else is happening around The McManse?

Well, I took my BGITW's advice and went back for my purse and boots. Here they are!



The Michael Kors dark purple leather tote. Tags still on due to possible shopper's remorse.



Born black leather boots. Maybe the softest, most comfortable boots/shoes I've ever worn. And these puppies are warm! I wore them yesterday because - um, well - I had to! It's cold here, people!

Here's a picture that doesn't make them look like firemen's boots.



Sideways? Yes! Toilet and Duffy butt in the background? Yes!

Email of the Year

Today, I received the following email from my BGITW (Best Girl in the World).

Today E’s teacher sent home one of E’s assignments for us to see. She attached a note saying “In class we have been working on writing with detail. Attached is some of E’s writing :)”. Attached was a picture of a boy next to a brown circle. He wrote “Today I did a big poop. It was long. It was cool. It was gross.” Boys are such pigs…..

He's six. Priceless...


In related BGITW news, I wrote to her today to tell her what a good person I was because even though I found the perfect purple leather Michael Kors bag and the perfect black flat-heeled Born boots, I didn't buy them since Christmas is so close. I expected a "good for you" from my Financial Advisor/Logical Self. Here's what she wrote back:

You are not a good person for denying yourself those - they sound too good. Go get the boots and the purse and wrap them up to you from your furry kids. You so deserve a Christmas present from those dogs!

Uh oh.

This Week

Monday

Lele: Oh, nooooo! We can't go to Ahwee Toweeee Squeee Neeee Heeeee.

Me: If you could maybe translate that from Dolphin to English, maybe I could understand you a little better.

Tuesday

Lovey: I worked at Cape Canaveral today.

Me: Did you get to touch the shuttle?

Lovey: That's Cape Kennedy, Sweetie. I was at Cape Canaveral. It's Air Force.

Me: Oh! Like in "I Dream of Jeannie!" Where Major Nelson and Major Healey were stationed. They were astronauts, you know.

Lovey: ....That's right.

Me: Isn't it funny how I just reduced your entire workweek to a 60s sitcom?

Lovey: Maybe I should go down to the beach and see if I can find a genie bottle.

Me: Just make sure she likes to mop.

Wednesday, Part 1

I've had this naggy cough for going on 3 weeks. A box of Mucinex later, it's still hanging around. One of my girls says, "You should try Buckley's". I'd never heard of it, but she had suggested it to another friend of mine and it had completely knocked out her cold.

At lunch today, I bought a bottle. I opened the box on the way back to work and took a big swallow of it. Hmmm, that wasn't so bad.

Until I took a breath.

And then a huge wave of what felt like Liquid Vicks Vap-o-Rub hit my chest. I remembered then that two of the ingredients were menthol and camphor. Luckily, I stopped myself short of throwing up in my car.

Wednesday, Part 2

While going through client files, I realized one of them works for a local, prestigious catering company. A few weeks ago, when we attended a memorial service, this same fabulous caterer had catered the life celebration after the memorial.

Oh, my gosh! It was the best Frogmore Stew I have ever tasted. I so wanted to go back for seconds - even thirds. And the cobbler (of which there were three!), was remarkable. I had the peach (with cinnamon whipped cream - heaven), and Lovey naturally had the blackberry.

I told my ladies to let me know when he came into the office again. Coincidentally, he was in the outer office right then. I hopped up and gushed about how incredible the food that they had prepared was. I tried to lay down enough hints that maybe some leftovers could make their way into my tummy sometime. I'm afraid though that maybe he just thinks I'm some crazy food stalker now.