Here it is, January 4th. I should probably be blogging about a Christmas recap or telling my resolutions for the New Year. But honestly, I'm so done with the holidays.
I mean, done. D.O.N.E.
I am ready for our Christmas tree and decorations to be put away and this Christmas to be one written and sealed in the books and only opened many years from now when I can actually find some humor in it. Today is not the day for me to find that humor, so I choose to move on.
Actually, there are a few things that were pretty humorous in regards to our trip out of town. One of them being that I apparently packed my suitcase in the dark. On the Sunday morning that we were out of town, as I prepared to go to church, I dug through mine and Luke's bag to find the only pair of black shoes I packed to go with my black and white outfit that I planned on wearing to church that day and the Christmas Eve service the following Thursday.
Instead, I pulled out this "pair" of "black" shoes.
Oh yes I'm serious.
So much for my fancy black outfit. Instead, I wore jeans I think and a different pair of brown shoes for which I forgot to pack any socks other than white athletic socks. So by 12:00pm my feet smelled like a middle school boy's locker.
I should have heeded the shoe gods' advice and realized that the rest of the trip would be downhill from there.
**For the record, that was a reenacted photo. I actually think I packed both right footed shoes, but for the sake of time and laziness I grabbed the first two of the same foot I could find. Sue me. And, in case you can't tell that shoe on the left is brown. Notsomuch for the one on the right. Have mercy.
In other news, not at all related to Christmas, my nose is growing. Spreading actually. It's becoming massive and threatening to overtake my cheeks. It happened when I was pregnant with Elizabeth, though I failed (somehow) to recognize/accept it. And, Lordhavemercy, with the twins my nose became so big I'm surprised that Luke even recognized me. Thank goodness I never got pulled over those last 3 months of the twins' pregnancy. I would have probably gotten arrested for driving with a fake license or something.
Can't you just see that headline?
Woman Claims That Her Unborn Twins Caused Her To Drive With Someone Else's License
Never say never people. We do live in America, and I do live in the south. All things are possible.
Anyway, in an attempt to prove my nose spreading point, I almost just now posted a picture of myself. But I refuse. Just take my word for it, IT'S MASSIVE.
Even my BFF didn't deny the fact that it was getting bigger. That's friendship folks. When your own husband refuses to acknowledge a specific question, yet your best friend takes it head on and says, "Yeah. It is!" That's quality, heaven-made friendship people. The best part is that I didn't even get offended.
Okay, so now I'm feeling all guilty about not even addressing the whole Christmas thing, so I'll end with a photo recap of our last 2.5 weeks.
Happy New Year Y'all. May 2010 be as smooth as room temperature buttah. Or something like that.
I mean, done. D.O.N.E.
I am ready for our Christmas tree and decorations to be put away and this Christmas to be one written and sealed in the books and only opened many years from now when I can actually find some humor in it. Today is not the day for me to find that humor, so I choose to move on.
Actually, there are a few things that were pretty humorous in regards to our trip out of town. One of them being that I apparently packed my suitcase in the dark. On the Sunday morning that we were out of town, as I prepared to go to church, I dug through mine and Luke's bag to find the only pair of black shoes I packed to go with my black and white outfit that I planned on wearing to church that day and the Christmas Eve service the following Thursday.
Instead, I pulled out this "pair" of "black" shoes.
Oh yes I'm serious.So much for my fancy black outfit. Instead, I wore jeans I think and a different pair of brown shoes for which I forgot to pack any socks other than white athletic socks. So by 12:00pm my feet smelled like a middle school boy's locker.
I should have heeded the shoe gods' advice and realized that the rest of the trip would be downhill from there.
**For the record, that was a reenacted photo. I actually think I packed both right footed shoes, but for the sake of time and laziness I grabbed the first two of the same foot I could find. Sue me. And, in case you can't tell that shoe on the left is brown. Notsomuch for the one on the right. Have mercy.
In other news, not at all related to Christmas, my nose is growing. Spreading actually. It's becoming massive and threatening to overtake my cheeks. It happened when I was pregnant with Elizabeth, though I failed (somehow) to recognize/accept it. And, Lordhavemercy, with the twins my nose became so big I'm surprised that Luke even recognized me. Thank goodness I never got pulled over those last 3 months of the twins' pregnancy. I would have probably gotten arrested for driving with a fake license or something.
Can't you just see that headline?
Woman Claims That Her Unborn Twins Caused Her To Drive With Someone Else's License
Never say never people. We do live in America, and I do live in the south. All things are possible.
Anyway, in an attempt to prove my nose spreading point, I almost just now posted a picture of myself. But I refuse. Just take my word for it, IT'S MASSIVE.
Even my BFF didn't deny the fact that it was getting bigger. That's friendship folks. When your own husband refuses to acknowledge a specific question, yet your best friend takes it head on and says, "Yeah. It is!" That's quality, heaven-made friendship people. The best part is that I didn't even get offended.
Okay, so now I'm feeling all guilty about not even addressing the whole Christmas thing, so I'll end with a photo recap of our last 2.5 weeks.
Happy New Year Y'all. May 2010 be as smooth as room temperature buttah. Or something like that.