100 THINGS
My head hurts. My back hurts. And my feet hurt.
I have been working like a dog for the past week(s) and this day literally could not have come soon enough. Yesterday, silly boys asked me if we really were out of mixing bowls and immersion blenders and what now were they going to give their girlfriends for x-mas. The day before grumpy husbands asked to use my cell phone to call their wives to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything. And the day before that all sorts of smelly people blamed me for being out of mulled cider and peppermint bark.
Oh, holy peppermint bark.
The unfanciful layers of semi-sweet and white chocolate topped with crushed candy canes. Its 6-week availability and corresponding sales quite possibly keep a certain kitchen store afloat the rest of the year. It sells out every single year. It is high drama.
After work, my boss and I had a quick shot of vodka before carpooling to Tacoma. We tried to convince our driver to allow us to continue drinking in the car since we were the passengers. Apparently you can only drink as a passenger if the driver is driving an RV. Stupid.
At my parents’ I hopped in the shower to wash off the day and then went over to visit Catharine and Rachel. I grew up with them and they are as sisterly to me as any sisters possibly could be…here’s proof: as I walked in the door Rachel handed me a glass of holidays (read: “vodka,” thank you very much) on ice and Catharine said “just sleep here tonight.”
Later I went with my mom to my dad’s family and sat on the sofa desperately trying not to fall asleep mid-conversation. I am t-i-r-e-d.
Anyway, this morning I slept until 10am. The first words my mother said to me were not Merry Christmas. Instead they were “I got out of bed this morning and stepped right in puke…I don’t think the cats are happy you’re here.”
I ate two hard-boiled eggs and went back to sleep until afternoon. When I woke again, it was snowing!
A White Christmas. Go figure.
We just got home from hanging out at Starbucks, where the baristas were very pleasant by the way. We sipped our green-tea lattes and gossiped about the rest of the family. We were going to see “The Kite Runner” but it is only playing at one theater here in Tacoma and I’m pretty sure the whole city is there, right now, wondering if the snow, or any of this, will stick.
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