Don’t you hate this weird time between Christmas and New Year’s? You’re still in vacation mode, but you have to show up to work and act like you aren’t contemplating a nap and polishing off the remaining Christmas cookie tray as soon as you get the chance? Plus you’re sick from all the hustle and bustle and not taking your vitamins and eating like a trucker driving through the deep south, so all you are capable of is catatonic sleep with your eyes open?
*Sigh,* me too.
On a more positive note, I got some pretty memorable gifts, which I thought I would share with you all because that’s how you extend the joys of the season: by recapping the highlights. Not by wondering how you spent all your free time in a haze of gluttonous pie-consumption and jumping from house-to house in the annual relative-visitation and squabbling marathon (honestly, I can’t think of a higher-stress time of year – except maybe for Groundhog Day. That will-he-or-won’t-he just annihilates me.)
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*Snort.* What? Where am I? Oh, sorry about that, I just nodded off for a moment.
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Anywho, take a look at these beauties:
It was a sock year for our dear Cat Lady, courtesy of Mike. I go through interesting sock phases every so often, and this year it’s totally on. Partially to distract others from the fact that I’ve pretty much stopped wearing heels to work. Ouchie, my foots protesteth.
Mike also got me these, and I’m a little over-excited about them. As in, even though they were the wrong size, I still wore them on Christmas day, then exchanged them the next day for the correct size.
I usually shy away from anything too popular, but 1.) they were terribly cute and perfect for me, and 2.) they do good for the world, so I’m being trendy in the name of philanthropy. I may as well be accepting a damn Nobel Prize.
My husband also got me this stamp for my thirtieth.
If you’re easily offended, avert your eyes for a moment and I’m sorry sweetlings.
I will be using this on all official Cat Lady documents* henceforth. This is why my husband is my most enthusiastic champion.
*Official documents at this time includes notes in the margins of my how-to-be-a-blogger books.
My sister-in-law, who is a die-hard dog-lover, gave me a book with a sub-title: Why Dogs Are Better Than Diamonds. Clearly, she gets me, because she knew I would find it hilarious despite my decidedly not being a dog-lover. I respect dogs. I like dogs. I just don’t want to touch/smell/care for them. My favorite line from the book?
“If a dog will not not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.” ~ Woodrow Wilson
True story, Woodrow – so true.
Also, this came from my little sis and her husband, who know me so well it’s scary.
Whenever my nephew visits, I’ll make sure I read this to him. Boys need culture, too. They also need to know how the female mind works, so they won’t turn out like Wickham…not that my nephew ever would. He is made of shiny virtue and radiant sweetness.
Also, have you ever seen What about Bob? If you haven’t, I don’t understand how you’re getting half the jokes on this blog. Anyhow, remember this scene? (I promise this has a point):
My brother-in-law admitted that I almost got a t-shirt saying “I’m a blogger! I blog! I blog now!” I would be wearing that shirt at work today if I had gotten it. Just another loss for the universe.
Well, at least now you know what to get me for my birthday next year.
I also got a few items off my wedding registry from last year, which is a-mazing because I don’t know how I’ve been living with so few towels and one set of sheets all this time. This item came from the registry and blew my socks off:
I promised Santa I would be good forever if only I got a French oven, and my wish came true. See, children – miracles do happen. Cavities happen too, so be sure to always brush your teeth.
(I’m trying to be a positive role-model for America’s Youth).
So, those were just a few of the gifts I got this year. What was the best gift you got? I love a good present-story-swap.