My Super Excellent Holiday Post!

Um, yeah.

I suspect that most of you are either already off on your great holiday adventures or prepping to head into all that family goodness, so I'm probably writing this to only lonely people or those who got screwed into being at work today and are jacking around just like me.

Suddenly, Jason and I find ourselves trying to figure out how to be two places at once on Christmas Eve, which is the end product of his hyper-organized family and mine, who are of the 'non-planning, ain't no minute like the last one' variety of kin. That's pretty much how our marriage rolls too.

It looks like it will be an earlier departure at one venue and a fashionably late entrance at the next. I can only hope* that our kid finds enough of the Christmas Spirit within his little body to allow us to do both without the great, screaming, kicking, biting, scratching, bucking like a baby bronco, toddler meltdown happening. *Please note that I recognize that these are high hopes and I'm not banking on it.

As I sit here on my last day of work before I break for 12 straight days, I'm trying to find the motivation to do wonderful and possibly magical things around the office, other than foraging for Diet Coke and bagels. You can guess how that is going (I'm full of Diet Coke and bagels). Instead, I'm mostly just rubbing my tongue over the jagged remains of 3/4's of a tooth that I finished breaking over the weekend. The day is gray and I'm sleepy. Those two things do not make me amazingly accomplished (they do evidently make me bloated though). I did get out an email reminding everyone else what they should be doing. I know, it's a gift.

So instead of schooling you on the miracle that was Baby Jesus or the Three Wise Men... I'm typing this kind of apathetic BS that surely makes the twinkle and glow of the holiday swirl about your soul and warms you like your very own, tiny, little miracle.

Am I right?

Of course I am. You don't have to tell me.

I guess in my own little misguided but well intentioned way, I'm wishing you all a very happy Christmas Eve Eve... Unless you don't celebrate Christmas and then I'm just wishing you a happy day in a very non-Christian and mostly I'm a heathen anyway sort of way. I know.

I'm awesome.

My husband tells me every day and of course he means it and isn't just saying it to me so that he can wrestle me into bed. I mean, that's why when we got married he said, "you're so freaking awesome and hot, of course I do!" And while I do have an over-active imagination that is mostly true. Kind of.

Where was I?

Whatever.

I've lost myself at this point. Happy Holidays from The Booms'.