Well, I didn't win the lottery last week. So it was back to work today, which wasn't ideal but at least I got to spend the day in a warm office sitting inside a cubicle that's decorated like the Who-ville toy shop from The Grinch.
I have the office-wide decorating contest IN THE BAG.
Matt and I had plans to meet my cousin and her fiance for dinner on Friday night, and it was a horrible night, weather wise. It was cold and rainy and windy and the kind of night that makes you want to SEEK COVER.
We arrived at the restaurant a little early, so we got a table and ordered drinks. I chose a cucumber martini with lemon and mint, which, looking back, kind of screams I AM MORE OF A JULY/AUGUST BEVERAGE THAN A MID-DECEMBER ONE, but I just went for it.
The waitress was gone for quite a while, and when she finally returned, she has a less than amused look on her face. "Sorry it took so long," she said as she put the drink on the table. "I had to go out back and cut the mint out of the herb garden. Most people order this drink in the summertime."
So, by comparison, my day today didn't seem so bad.
I could have been cutting mint sprigs in a rainstorm.
On Saturday I met my mom and sister at the mall, and we spent some serious time in Charming Charlie's. I had never been to a Charming Charlie's before this one opened a few months ago, and I obviously love it because what's not to love about a giant store with millions of pieces of jewelry priced under $14.99 and arranged by color?
Nothing, that's what.
We walked around the store for about half an hour and my mom and I tried on rings and bracelets and watches. Finally Emily looked at my mom and I and said, "Ehh, I don't really see anything I like in here."
I've never felt more disconnected from her than I did at that moment.
And here's the part where I could say that Saturday night was full of glitz and glamour and more cucumber martinis. That would be a lie though because what really happened is Matt came over, I finished up my Christmas shopping, we ate dinner, and then I convinced Matt that it would be a great idea to settle in and watch a good Christmas movie.
Or so I thought.
I went to my bedroom to put my sweatpants on, and when I returned Matt was watching Army of Darkness, which is an early nineties comedy/horror movie that CRACKED MATT UP. He was HYSTERICAL.
In the first ten minutes there was time travel (yuck), multiple sword fights, three monsters that emerged from murky water, a wall of spikes that closed in on the main character while he was trying to escape a cavernous swamp, and a mysterious hand that was not attached to a body but that managed to pop up in every scene.
What a cozy Christmas memory it was.
Sunday was my family's annual Christmas trip to Cabela's, WORLD'S FOREMOST OUTFITTERS, and I went home a little early and we decorated the Christmas tree.
My mom decided to use tinsel instead of garland this year, and so we each grabbed a handful or twelve and got to work while my mom told us how "there is no such thing as too much tinsel."
A little while later my dad walked in the room and said, "Whoa. That's a lot of tinsel."
We all stepped back to take a look.
It was a lot of tinsel.
Needless to say we ceased our liberal tinsel application at that point, but I do love the way it turned out.
No one will accuse this tree of having a lack of sparkle.