Thursday, December 24, 2009
The day after Thanksgiving, we put up the Christmas tree.
It's still standing.
This illustrates two things:
One - In our household, it's a Christmas Tree, not a Yuletide Evergreen, Winter Festival Spruce, or Non-Deciduous Holiday Fir.
Two - Leonidas has not destroyed it. Yet.
It's on his list of things to do, of course. He's working it, limb by limb.
Since it's a fake tree, Leo's spending his spare time (in between naps and flooding the kitchen) bending the bottom section only. I figure he's saving the final annihilation for tonight.
Which reminds me, I still have a ton of wrapping to do. It's just not Christmas without staying up til 2:00am wrapping gifts with Bailey's Irish Cream by your side.
Speaking of gifts, I thought I'd tempt death, and make one last trip to the mall this afternoon. I was nearly killed at least three times. For serious.
There was so much stupid on the road. A big, fat, giant, stupid party, filled with stupid morons, driving stupid. And I don't mean drunk – although I'm sure the guy fading into my lane on Route 33 began his Bailey's a few hours ago.
My favorite was the douche bag in the mini van. See, traffic was backed up outside the mall, and I was waiting in line, being nice and taking turns letting people into my line. Out of frickin' nowhere, this guy makes a hard right into the one foot space in front of my car.
He was completely perpendicular. To. My. Car.
He turned so far sideways into our lane of traffic, he had to back up a little before fully pulling into the lane.
Well, I'm off. Those presents won't wrap themselves.
Let me tell you, I earned that Bailey's tonight.