It’s been a whirlwind weekend despite my less than stellar health. Tim and I frolicked and made enough Christmas cheer that my teenage son actually asked us, “so are you guys (like) partiers now?”
“No, son this is called the Christmas Season when normally boring parents don Santa Hats, red cocktail dresses, and sweater vests with snowmen. It’s the time of year when we designate drivers, eat too much and try out new cocktails like “cake batter martinis.”
Some of the highlights of this festive weekend include:
- Friday Cocktail Party: My husband approached an ongoing conversation and randomly overheard a woman describing a frisky sex game she plays with her husband…just then the host interrupted and introduced my husband to her as “Pastor Tim.” Poor, poor woman… strangely enough, she avoided us the rest of the evening.
- Me hacking up a lung at every event. I coughed so much I have ripped abs. I’m not kidding. Forget seven minute abs –try bronchitis or the emu flu or whatever the heck I have. (And yes I’m heading to the doctor today because it feels like an elephant sat on my chest)
- Attending my office Christmas party at the Cellar in Fullerton. The Cellar is located at the site of the original Hotel California which is surprisingly haunted…pretty cool huh? Personally I don’t believe in ghosts, but somehow my entire meal and my chocolate soufflé disappeared? (darn ghost)
- Decorating the awesome nine foot Christmas tree on Saturday morning with the family (that a very cool young man gave to us as a gift). So fun!!!! And little Kolby has only demolished three treasured ornaments that I hand-painted from 1980. (Daddy forgot the three foot high toddler tree rule)
- Waiting in line outside for Faith’s recital with no coats for thirty minutes in the freezing cold. I told Kyle to go to the car and find something warm –a jacket, a blanket, anything so we wouldn’t turn into popsicles. Unfortunately we were driving my husband’s car, so I didn’t know what he would find. Kyle sheepishly came back with a stained and pitted undershirt of Tim’s he found in his gym bag that I was forced to use to wrap up baby Kolby to keep her warm. I could see all the people around me curiously staring. Yep that’s me-the woman who gives her toddler a crappy and stinky old t-shirt as a blankie.
