My cold isn't as gone as I thought, because I've spent most of the day sleeping or reading (the book about our neighborhood that The Boy gave me for Christmas, which is seriously fascinating).
He's trying to get me to leave the house and see Sherlock Holmes at 10:00. The fact that I'm reluctant is a testament to how poorly I feel, because I've been dying to see the movie.
Maybe we can get Indian food before the movie. That might induce me to leave the house.
In the meantime, I still have a chest-rattling cough that makes me sound like a big fat asthmatic 79-year-old man. And my head is full of snot. Maybe Indian food will cure me!
That cough sounds like "stay in while your boyfriend brings you back Indian food". Holmes will still be there when your cough is better for tonight, TWBB can compensate for delayng seeing Holmes by getting to pick the Video he picks up on his way back from the Indian place. (Unless you have good choices via internet or on-demand).
Thanks, y'all! I had a nice birthday seeing Sherlock Holmes with my parents, and opening more presents, which I always enjoy. Possibly my favorite thing was the knife block I saw in their attic the other week, and asked for! I really think this notion of giving stuff we already own has a lot of legs -- many of my family members have similar tastes, and most of us have too much stuff!
A friend of mine sent me a hilarious someecard, but I think this one is even more apt, in my experience: [link]
My best friend's birthday is the day after Valentine's Day. At least her husband never ever forgets it.
Heh. My parents came pretty close this year -- when I went over there the other day, they had one thing written on the calendar for today. Kwanzaa. And THEN my mother was reading the horoscopes and forgot I was a Capricorn. Seriously, family?!?!
So I just got a set of those Buckyball magnets for myself and
omg they are the funnest toy evah!
We leave our tree up till Old Christmas, Jan 8.
Of course, we have left it up till February when it was particularly pretty. Or we were extraordinarily busy. Or lazy. I threatened to remove the ornaments and replace them with valentines, and Easter eggs, and little flags and canons and firecrackers, and jack o' lanterns, and turkeys, and thus around to Christmas again. The kids cheered. H got off his duff and helped me de-ornamentize.
Amy Grant, pop/Christian singer, ties firecrackers to the tree and sets it off (in the yard) on New Year's Day to start a bonfire. I like that.
My parents put a tree in a fire once. It exploded, because every needle burns at once, and the neighbors called the FD. Not recommended.
