I ordered coffee, and ate my apple slices while I waited in the drive-thru. (Side note: Does anyone else find it irritating that "thru" is actually recognized as a word? It makes me cringe each time I use it, and the only time I use it is when I'm referring to a drive-thru because "drive-through" doesn't look right. Are people seriously in such a hurry that they need to cut out three letters? Sheesh!) Once I had my caffeine headache cure, I was on the road. Time? 7:34.
I punched up the volume on my Christmas playlist, and belted the songs with the best of them. I got several odd looks from cars as I passed them, but how is that any different from normal? Answer: It isn't. At all. The songs were all mixed up, but for whatever reason, I had entirely too many versions of "O Holy Night." I love that song, but it was coming on literally every three songs, and always by a different artist. After an hour or so of that, I had to switch to listening to all of the songs on my iPod...which got me thinking.
Wouldn't it be great if Eminem made a Christmas album? I'd buy it. Obviously, it would be entirely inappropriate to do any of the traditional religious Christmas songs, but just imagine what he could do with "Up on the Housetop" or "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" or even "Frosty the Snowman" right? It would be hilarious. I wonder if he has any Christmas songs in his arsenal...or which is his favorite?
I have entirely too much time on my hands when I drive long distances. I love every minute of it, even though my brain works way too much overtime. It gives me lots of time to think of really profound things, but by the time I get to where I can put them somewhere (like a blog post) or into someone else's ear, the moment of enlightened clarity has passed. Just know that I come up with some really intelligent and thought-provoking stuff...it just never makes its appearance with the general public. Maybe someday...
I text my Seester at 10:00 to tell her I was just south of Huntsville, and I was over near her office before 11:00. I hung out for a little while, then went up to her office so we could go do Seester mani-pedis. Well, I did the mani-pedi, and she just did a mani. Why? Because she accidentally stepped on some staple from a staple gun yesterday. I hate it when that happens.
It was so relaxing, and just what I needed after sitting in the car for a few hours. Why? Because it was more sitting...only this sitting involved a massage chair, a heated neck thingy, and an actual shoulder/neck massage. Um, sign me up! I picked "#42" for my nails because it didn't actually have a name, just a color.
I forget what color we picked for my toes, but it's looks like they're bloody. I don't actually think it looks like they're bloody, but that was the best description I could come up with without taking a picture of my toes, and honestly, I'm not above taking a picture to document the color of my toes. I just have really crappy reception in my dad's house because of his radiant bear. I think I've mentioned her before. She's really fancy, I think, with a sequined umbrella and a tutu and a pretty bow on her ear. She ruins my life, or at the very least, my phone reception.
Damn bear.
After Seester time, I drove over to my dad's, and looked for Lacey even though I knew she wasn't there. Force of habit, I suppose, but it was still pretty sad. I hung out for a couple of hours until my dad got home, and then we went to meet Seester, David, and Emo for a belated birthday dinner. (My dad opted to drive his Z to dinner and also opted to put the top down. When we got to Seester's, I had to yank a detangler through my hair for a good 5 minutes. It was not pleasant.)
See?
He picked Pappadeaux. Mmmmmm, Pappadeaux. Afterwards, we went back to Seester & David's to open presents! Why? Because it's almost Christmas and it's necessary. Plus, my dad had a birthday present to open.
My Seester & David got him a golf picture to put across the room from the golf picture I got him. I'll have to take pictures to explain, but they're totally great! Then it was my turn, but I was more interested in the ribbon wrapped around one of the gifts. In fact, I'm still wearing it on my head as I type. I might wear it sometime on purpose and channel high school when ribbons around ponytails or whatever were cute. I could be cute.
Then I opened stocking hangers engraved with the boys' names and "MOM," which are great because they're pretty dang heavy and will take the weight of a filled stocking. This is, of course, assuming that we were all good this year.
The jury's still out on that. I mean, I was a perfect angel, but those other two? Ha, I don't know which list they're going to end up on, if you know what I mean.
I showed Seester & Emo my dress for tomorrow's event, and they deemed it acceptable. Tomorrow, prior to getting ready for the event, I'm going to try to convince my dad to get a Christmas tree. He could use a little holiday cheer...and I could use some ballet flats for when my shoes start to hurt my feet!
Until tomorrow...if I'm coherent enough for all that.
Aubs
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