Christmas was good, even after the whole Annual Christmas Freak-Out (which is a whole other story but suffice it to say my mother does not enjoy it when things don’t go exactly as they have every other Christmas ever known to man. She’s very routine-bound. I’m surprised she doesn’t have us trekking around on a donkey or something in Bethlehem). We woke up this morning, packed up all the gifts, and headed to my brother’s house.
After mucho delicious food (my brother has perfected my mom’s recipe for tourtiere, which is a traditional Christmas meal around here– we usually have the turkey on New Year’s) we got around to opening our gifts. I’m not going to list everything, but here are the highlights:
My parents gave me a LIGHT UP SHOWER KARAOKE MACHINE! Okay, maybe. I’m not exacty sure what it is for SURE, but it seems to be a radio with a light on it. As for the shower karaoke, let’s face it. I don’t need a machine to make me sing in the shower.
Rob’s parents gave me a bunch of socks, which I desperately needed. I actually wore some of them today (the monkey ones). I love socks. I love socks with things on them like monkeys.
My sweetie snuggle bean love head of LOVE and I had decided not to go all-out this year, what with the move. So we set a price limit and I got the thing I’ve been wanting forever, anyway: The Constant Princess, by Philippa Gregory.
But I think we both agree that the most exciting gift was the one we got from my brother’s family. We had asked him, when we got engaged, if he would consider making our wedding rings for us. He said yes, and gave them to us today. They’re just beautiful. Rob has some pictures up, if you want to go look. We were amazed– as I mentioned, we went and tried on the “dummies” last week (his practice ones). They weren’t spectacular– so we were both kind of (secretly from each other because we didn’t want to freak each other out) doubting whether they’d be nice or not. Stinker made them ugly just to trick us, methinks.
Rob also got to hold my youngest nephew for a good half-hour. He says he was terrified (he’s never been around tiny kids much before) but I personally think he was a natural.
NOT THAT MY BIOLOGICAL CLOCK IS TICKING OR ANYTHING.
I hope that those of you who celebrate had a wonderful Christmas, and that your New Year will be rockin’, even without Dick Clark.