Happy Happy Happy!
I just spent entirely too much money on something that makes me extremely happy. I present you with a snowman toilet lid cover. Lee Ann’s parents had one on their guest toilet and it made me happy every time I had to go in there. Her mom said she got it from Lakeside but I couldn’t find any in their online catalog. Thank goodness it was google to the rescue! You’d be amazed at the variety of toilet lid covers out there. I need to buy my sister a frog one for Christmas next year. This year I am doing the old lady thing and buying my gifts through out the year. It is just sooooo much easier. Currently I only have three things stored up, and they are actually for birthdays I guess, but it makes me happy to have a little pile of perfect presents.
I made my potato soup for dinner again last night. It is sooooooo good. I took someone’s advice (can’t remember who off the top of my head) and used fat free evaporated milk instead of cream. I also cut way down on the bacon and put in some olive oil. It didn’t make me sick and I feel much healthier. I really need to take a ride on the elliptical machine to burn off all my Christmas holidays.
I have a canker sore that just keeps getting worse and worse. I have been treating it with baking soda for the past several days but it’s not doing the trick. I fear my lip will fall off soon.
I really want to go to Joann’s and Barnes and Nobel to spend my gift cards! But I don’t have anything in mind so I think I should save them for later. I am almost done with my new little cousin’s quilt and it is not really my favorite. I bought all the fabric before I knew the gender of the baby, so I just did random brights. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find brightly colored fabric in the winter? If I would have known the silly boy was going to force his way into the world a full two months early I would have waited a few days and bought boyish fabric. I still think it will be appreciated if I ever get the binding sewn on. After visiting with my little nephew I figured out that I was making my baby quilts way too big, so this one is smaller and more manageable.
I should write more about our Christmas, but you’ve all had your Christmas. You don’t need me nattering on about mine. Lee Ann has a really fun, weird family. They all seem to be more than a tad bit obsessed with fish, which made for a Fun Time For All. We knew things would be odd when we were sitting on the couch watching the different relatives bring in their supplies for the long weekend. In came foam numchuks, wooden practice swords and a real live fish. I was tormented mercilessly about my lack of fish love, but thankfully no one objected when I had Mike set something in front of the fish bowl. They just snickered. What else can I say? There were a TON of people there. We mostly spent our time with the youngest sibling, Dave, and his wife Erin. They only live a couple of hours away and are really fun even though Dave speaks in a fake British accent which he seems totally unaware of doing. Dave and Erin work for the National Security something or other and are not allowed to talk about their jobs. I’ve decided that Dave is the guy who makes all the super spy technology and Erin is an actual spy. Her hand was all bruised up from breaking boards in her kung fu class. She says she’s really just a computer nerd, but can’t those computer skills be put to use out in the field? Now I’m probably going to be assassinated for even talking about it. Maybe I should use fake names for them.
For such a big family, there were only four little grandkids (and one adult grandkid). The three little girls were really cute, but the little boy (about 8) was hell on wheels. It wasn’t so much what he did (normal kid running around) but how he did it. He had such a smug little attitude that I wanted to smack him. The last day he really showed his true colors by hitting his father, telling him he hated him, and just generally throwing a really ugly fit. Later the kids were playing hide and seek and Mike and I were sitting alone in the room he was hiding in, so I did a really mean passive-aggressive old biddy type thing and started telling Mike really loudly about how the boy was the most obnoxious, bratty child I’ve ever met. I think it had a lot to do with the very large class of champagne I’d consumed on an empty stomach.
And now I better go do something. What shall it be? Laundry? De-Christmassing? House cleaning? Shopping? Nothing sounds all that thrilling.