Christmas came early to our house this year. We spent Sunday evening at our friend, Hannah's, celebrating the holiday with lots of babies, and even more cookies. I devoted the rest of that night to wrapping gifts that really should have been taken to the post office last week.
Joe got himself a new iPhone for Christmas and it came Monday morning. When he accidentally opened my Christmas gift to him that also came with the mail that morning, I broke down and told him the Christmas was ruined. I couldn't help but be a Sally about it; Shit's been tough for me as of late. Feeling bad about the mess up, he handed me the box with the iPhone in it and wished me a Merry Christmas. He ordered two. I'm one of those cool kids that's STILL rocking a Nokia flip phone, so my new phone is a pretty huge deal. Honestly, I wish Christmas would be ruined more often... it's kind of fun that way.
These days, it feels like The Cat is more interested in Cheech's toy basket than Cheech herself. Currently, she likes to spend her free time pulling our potted succulents in the general direction of her face and hauling ass toward The Cat's food dish. When she's not risking scarring up her face and choking on kibble, she's napping A LOT. Must be exhausting being such a daredevil.