I have never been called in for an on call shift before. Dave thought that meant there was a high probability I wouldn't get called in today. I said I was due to get called in. I was right. Gronk.

I was right.

I'm sorry you have to work today, sj. I was so hoping you'd be off the hook until after the new year rolled in. I'll be thinking of you while I'm out shopping and being extremely kind to all of the mall employees I come in contact with.

{{{All the Bitches that had to deal with icky moments yesterday.}}}

It was a wonderful day (and evening) for me yesterday. I have absolutely no complaints and I'm grateful, like whoa, for the good day.

::thumps MG's DH upside the head::

((sj))

That sucks, love.

In other news - Christmas Pudding is STILL really really delicious. No change since yesterday, then. Mmmmm.

Bummer, sj. I'll be sending "treat my friend right" vibes to all the people who want to return something and who blame it on the sales clerk. As if you picked out the present! Hmph.

The best Christmas present? Having the day after Christmas off. Aaaah. Only thing ruining it is looking at the kitchen sink. Ugh.

Sending nice shopper vibes to sj's store--and any other places where Buffistas are having to work today.

It was wonderful to catch up and hear about all the terrific days yesterday. Ours was very nice. We did Christmas for the youngsters on Saturday, and yesterday was just adults at the MIL's. The BIL brought a friend he's been seeing for more than ten years, and she was lots of fun, fit in well. It was a really nice, easygoing day, finished by introducing StE to Firefly. No, he'd never seen it, and now he's been hooked, hee!

And today I'm off in a few to meet a friend I don't get to see often, and while I'm gone, (at least some of) the rest of Firefly may get viewed, and Serenity should be here sometime this week, so...

Wishing everyone wonderful days today.

I assured her that she would have her beef bourginon on my watch! She apologized, saying, "It's 2005, it's ridiculous that I don't know how to fix my own flat." I told her that we wouldn't revoke her feminist card, what with the new Mom credit, plus in the rain on Christmas/Hanukah. She was very charming and appreciative, and we both got covered in axel grease. But after turning the wheel this way and that four times, finally got the new one on.

You're so sweet, Hec. I find myself being grateful for my very progressive (especially considering he was born in '28) father, who taught me how to change a flat, check and top off the oil and other fluids, fill my gas tank, and jump start a dead battery, before I got my driver's license.

That said, I think you should declare that the TiVo is henceforth a whole-family gift, and offer DH something that's just for him -- a nice dinner for the two of you or the like. (Anyway, we all know he'll come around to the TiVo....)

Maidengurl, amych is both wise and way nicer than I am. I will not post the mocking faux-letter-to-your-dh I composed, when I first read your lj entry about his unhappiness. Suffice it say, dh and I couldn't even afford to exchange gifts this year, because of our totaled car.

Hec, you got a really big karma notch for changing the tire. The weekend before Christmas, my twin sister and I were out shopping on Friday night--it was rainy and freezing and when we came out of the toy store we found her right rear tire had gone flat.

DH was sitting at home with Owen, who was asleep at that point so I didn't want to wake him up and get him out in that kind of weather so my VERY TINY twin was doing her best to work the jack (she wasn't strong enough to get it open nor did she have the strength to loosen the lug nuts--she's only like 100 lbs.) and I'm standing there like a goof because she won't let me do anything because I'm pregnant (not that I could anyway because I was dead from walking around the stores).

Finally, a guy who was on his break from a sporting goods store beside the toy store came running up to us and pretty much saved the evening by finishing the job.

My sister made sure to call the store and tell them what a great employee they had (and to make sure he didn't get in any trouble in case he was late getting back from his break).

Adding my kindly-customers-and-least-stressful-possible-workday-ma to everyone else's for sj. I'm so sorry you got called in, but it sounds like everything preceding that call was perfect. And it still makes me so happy to remember having actually met you and Dave, so when you post about the cuddling and the coddling and the good loving Christmas I can actually see him being all good to you.

The Zmayhem Christmas was long, exhausting, and wet. Tragically, it was nighttime-dark and pouring rain by the time we got to my Aunt Judy's at 3:30, so the trip to the stables was canceled. However, she did offer us a literal raincheck: some weekend in the next couple of months, when good sunny weather is predicted, we'll go back out and spend a few hours at the stable with her and Schatzie, her exceptionally pretty chestnut quarter horse whom she's had since Schatzie was a wee small thing (she'd prearranged Schatzie's purchase with her dam's owner and first met her when she was a tiny fuzzy wobbly-legged foal; ARGH the cutietude of the pictures!).

Slowly clearing a path through the flotsam, jetsum, debris and detritus of Christmas Just-Past, I'm thinking that I need to postpone the sewing machine plan until my birthday; right now there's absolutely no space for one, and making space will take time, ruthless stuff-cullage, and substantial budget outlays (better nerd-hole furniture, more storage stuff for the closets, etc.). The thought of working even a tiny compact machine into the amount of space and discretionary spending we have right now just makes me giggle that verging-on-hysterical-tears giggle that's painful to hear.

Bev, that sounds like an utterly lovely day; Fay, huzzah Christmas pudding!; Beej, blergh on the bugsnacks; and MG, I am vibing hard for your DH to quit being such a tactless pill.

Sorry you have to work, sj. Hope everyone you interact with is on their best behavior and the day goes swiftly and painlessly.

I love your aunt and uncle's house, Kristin. Love love love. Every little thing about it is delightful.

Okay, i just have to tell y'all how very silly DH and I are. We haven't unpacked the wireless router (or the desktop computers) yet, so my laptop is plugged into the cable modem and sharing out the internet connection. Which means in order to use the web, I pretty much need to sit on the couch. DH is working from home, like he does, and sitting on the couch to do it, because at this point it's that or the bed.

Here's the silly part. We use GoogleTalk to tell each other stuff. While we are sitting next to each other on the couch. Just because we can, really.