Last Friday I did something I only do once a year. Not leaving the house. Not for breakfast, not for the gym. Amazing. Instead, the Sweet Baboo and I laid upon the super-squishy elle shaped sofa of love and watched every Christmas movie on the DVR. An entire day of Christmas movie mayhem, Well that and old Doctor Who. Poor Fuzzy had to switch from Olive, The Other Reindeer to The Genesis of the Daleks. Without a word of pain, that truly was a Christmas Miracle.
We were hosting our fantastic Christmas Soirée on Saturday and really needed to rest up, at least that’s what I told myself when I started thinking that Friday was trap and lat day at the gym. But, really when do you get a day to spend super quality time with your homosexual life partner. To hell with my dumbbell shrugs.
The big party last Saturday went great; it seems people had a lot of fun. But, cheap champagne will guarantee a good time. If you consume enough of it; man I love Asti Spumante. The only thing to make it better is to drink it out of a paper cup. Heaven. I took a lot of pictures, and then stared at my camera for two minutes wondering how the camera was going to get them on the web. When I turned to ask Dalton how photos appear on Facebook he suggested that the first step would be to put down my drink.
Today starts my two day work week. Man, I fricken love Christmas.