2005-12-06
let me hide the skeletons in someone else's closet first...
Cough. Clear throat. Swallow hard.
I've been fighting a mighty fever and swollen gland band of roughians inside my body for the past three days. Finally, last night I woke gasping and clawing at all the blankets and afghans trying to catch my breath. That's when the fever apparently broke. I poked EL novio and told him that he could touch my skin now without getting third degree burns and we both did a happy dance. Yes, I've found someone just as dorky as me. Thankfully. Otherwise celebrating my fever breaking would not have been as fun if I celebrated it myself.
Speaking of EL novio, he wants to come and visit during the mas de Christ. As in, he wants to be there for the actual mas de Christ celebration with the aunts and uncles and the geeky me in the christmas package pajamas and Santa Clause toe socks dancing around to "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree".Yeah. Freakout commence now. He wants to be there for that, and all that goes along with it. The late dinner because Aunt Joan[aka Aunt Late-For-Her-Own-Funeral]decides that it should be ok to let the guests wait while the whole family takes showers with us in the house. Meanwhile, we sit on the couch looking at all the presents under their overly large real mas de Christ tree feeling once again like we've been jipped in the functional family department.
This also includes the gift exchange where we sit after stuffing our faces full of whipped potatoes and three bean salads and tear open our presents and act happy about the absolute crap we've received that we don't know what to do with. He'll be there for the fight for the remote and the obvious winning of the football game because Uncle Tom[aka Uncle Can-We-Turn-The-Game-On-Now]always gets his way, no matter whose home he is in. He'll be there for the boardgame frenzy when we try to see if anyone's gotten smarter at Taboo while being at college.
He'll be there for the whole schmorgusboard that makes up my Christmas. That is if Miss Linguist permits it. And even if she puts her angry, French, mas de Christ-hating foot down, I have a feeling he'll be showing up at my door on the 23rd regardless.
Oy vey as the other side of my family would say.
In other news: I have sucessfully gotten into two art classes that fulfill my minor so I'm that much farther ahead of my peers. I am rediscovering the beauty of socks. I can live off of creamy tomato soup were we to go into nuclear holocaust right now. Fire drills are annoying. I must evacuate or face a fine. Toodles.
Quote of the day:"You wouldn't mind if I was with you on Christmas, would you?"-[EL novio]--heh heh of course not dear.