I just screamed home for lunch, so I will fill you in on as much "A Very Special Christmas: Bye Bye, Pie" as I can before I have to scream back. I just want you to know I am eating at my computer, sort of multitasking if you will, and Iris is standing with her delightful claws dug into my leg, trying to get to my food. A Very Special Iris Goes to the Pound.
Seriously. Doing something with that floor THIS MONTH.
On Christmas Eve, Ned and I went to Wilmington to spend the night at his mother's. Wilmington is a beach town and it's very cool, so that was exciting. I mean, more so than if Ned's mother lived in Cleveland or something.
A Very Special June Repulses Cleveland Readers.
Ned's mom on the beach. She said I could only put flattering photos of her on this blog, so am hoping she approves of this one.
This series of on-the-beach shots seem like we're all in an Ingmar Bergman film or something. I swear we were laughing and having fun.
See? My Panama Canal forehead wrinkle had a marvelous time at the beach. A Very Special June Needs Botox.
That night, Ned's mother made a pork loin and all sorts of side dishes I could never create, and YES, mom, I offered to help. I peeled an orange and helped set the table. Honestly, dinner would not have happened without me.
We opened presents and went to a movie on Christmas day--it was some movie with "Silver Lining" in the title, and it had Bradley Cooper, who I like. I recommend it. Go see...whatever it's called. The best part was this family that was arguing in the parking lot after the movie. Naturally Ned and I slowed down to catch as much of that as we could. We were all, "Christmas is over at THAT house."
On the way back to Greensboro, we had to stop at Ned's brother's house, because one of the kids had left his gift at Ned's mom's. It's a boomerang, and I said, "Maybe he DID take it home, but it came back here."
I am my own Christmas miracle.
If you were signing my yearbook, you'd be all, "To a sweet girl from third hour. Have a great summer, and good luck with yourself."
We also stopped at Ned's best friend's house, as she was having a little party and so forth. So what I'm saying to you is it took us seven hundred fifty hours to get home. But once we were at my house, Ned and I exchanged gifts with each other. He got me some perfume I forgot I asked for, and a REALLY COOL Eiffel Tower dish to hold rings, and a book and some earrings and oh! Faithful Reader Jo emailed him and convinced him I needed a Betty Page wig, because FR Jo is an oddball.
Rockin' out with my not-at-all-looking-like-Betty-Page-self out.
Afterward, we went out to eat, and we were all, What's gonna be open on Christmas? I said, "Oh, I know what's open! That pub where Tall Boy and his hot girlfriend had their first date one year ago today!" Yes, their first date was Christmas night. So Ned and I went there and who walked in but Tall Boy and Hot Tall Boy Girlfriend?
So Ned and I totally usurped their anniversary celebration by joining them and making them talk to us and so on. It was so cool to see them! I didn't have my DANG phone with me, so you're just gonna have to trust me that this really happened and I did not invent it as I do.
It's time for me to head back to work. I know everyone else on God's planet has the day off, but as a freelancer I don't work? I don't get paid. And I gotta keep myself in wigs. Apparently.
Merry Christmas, y'all! Aren't you secretly glad it's over?