Okay, so Christmas wasn't so bad, after all. Shaddap.
I never had time to list more of your good deeds yesterday, as I was, you know, Christmasing, and I think if we do these next year I won't even TRY to list 'em. There're just so many now, which is good. But if you want to read about everyone's good deeds, we can have one blog post where everyone goes to announce them. I'm sure that will abstain from being a cluster.
Thank you to everyone who participated, and to my good deed partner, Lisa Not THAT Lisa, for all her deeds.
I guess I'll recap my Christmas day for you, which will be new and different, seeing as not every single human being on Facebok has made you look at their family portrait while they wear a Santa hat or anything.
On the 23rd, one of the Alexes at work did something spectacular. She had these FABULOUS sparkly deer in her office, and when I saw them, I did such a dance of I-LOVE-these that they filmed me. It's Alex's video and it's from her phone and not on YouTube, so you'll have to trust me on the dance. Here. I took a screen shot of a moment from it.
The point is, when I got to work on the 23rd, GUESS WHAT WAS ON MY DESK!?!
On Christmas Eve, I made chili and I also made biscuits--FROM SCRATCH. I have always liked that phrase, and never understood what the fuck it means, but I always think of someone scratching their arm and biscuits come out.
Anyway, that's what I did, I am not even kidding you, and oh, I think I may have even photographed it. Hang on.
The point is, delicious. Not completely burned, and that is the bar I've set for myself.
On Christmas, Ned made a pork tenderloin, or a dead pig, as my vegetarian stepfather called it. He also made mashed potatoes and asparagus.
I made a salad. Hey, I make my own dressing. It was exhausting.
I got Ned three books and he got me three necklaces. I guess we know each other's things at this point. Anyway, here are two of the necklaces he got me. PRETTY, right? Did not at all send him links for these via Etsy or anything.
The blue one makes me think of a cough drop. Hey, suck on my Halls of Mentholiptus!
When I opened this picture yesterday, I burst into tears.
"I thought this house needed this picture back," Ned said, crying also, perhaps manfully, and we are gross.
After all that, once we ate, it was 14 seconds of our life, and then we took the curs for their walk, followed by Edsel's yuletide flog. Faithful Reader Happy sent a bag of gifts to all of us, including canned food for the cats, and once I poured that out, it was cat chaos at our house. NedKitty shoved Lily aside and ate out of HER dish, so Lily went to NedKitty's room and ate HER bowl, but both Lily and NedKitty got full, and Iris finished off all three bowls, including the dry stupid hypoallergenic old lady cat food that was UNDERNEATH NedKitty's can of food.
We were on PukeWatch '14 all night, but Iris proudly kept it all down.
Armed with Fancy Feast and hate, she even tried smacking NedKitty in the head later, but due to her, you know, blindiness, she swung from down here and wasn't even six inches from NK's face. NedKitty was not impressed.
Anyway, that was our Christmas, and I am glad we're back to relative normalcy. I have no plans for New Year's, do you? No one invites us anywhere. Said the person with 10 nights in a row of social engagements this month.
I'll talk at you later. Stay sane, and keep your kibble down.