The preparation is finally over and I’m exhausted. Seriously, I’m sitting here with a glass of whisky on one side and my tongue lolling out of my mouth on the other. Hmmm, the two may be connected now that I think about it…
Early on this year, Kim and I decided that we weren’t going to do Christmas for each other as we could save a little money and go into the next year better off. We decided we’d do extra on birthdays instead. Except someone cheated and bought me an extra present and now I feel like a little like a monster for not thinking of that myself. So yeah, bitch is being nice to me ’cause she knows it’ll make me feel bad. Ha, love ya really babe.
Today was gift swapping day with her family and it was exhausting. It all went about as well as expected. The skies opened and rain poured down on us. Even the place I was going to go for takeout was closed as all the students have buggered off home. Well, most of them have. There will still be those first or second years who think they’ll cook for their household, end up with half the people they expected and a still frozen turkey.
You know, I’ve never been one for turkey at Christmas. I do like a good chicken though and that’s something Kim and I both excel at. Put us in a room against your grandmothers and we’ll be the ones making the best roast chicken. Don’t worry though. We’ll teach your grandmothers while we’re there.
Oh, for those of you who are still wanting to get me something for Christmas, a bottle of this would be lovely.