I had such a great Christmas. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, I barely did any decorating in my house. I didn't even put up my Christmas tree. A couple of weeks ago, I did see a one-foot-tall silver garland tree, which I purchased and put on my dining room table. I didn't go entirely without a Christmas tree this year. The Christmas spirit didn't really hit me until a couple of days before Christmas. My boyfriend has been traveling a lot, and I've been doing an insane amount of overtime. Both these contributing factors led to a Grinch-esque mood.
When I woke up on Christmas, I was full of ye olde Christmas spirit. I couldn't wait for my sweetie to open his gifts, especially since I didn't blurt out beforehand what I got him. I hate surprises (the hatred goes both ways). My big gifts for the sweetie: a boxed DVD set of Band of Brothers and the Pacific, and a single-serving Keurig for his office. My boyfriend loves history, and I've heard him say on several occasions how much he loved Band of Brothers. As soon as I saw it, score! As for the Keurig, he has bitched a lot about the lack of good coffee at his office. I guess the marketing department has a Keurig, but they aren't close to his desk. This should hopefully save him some time and provide him with insta-coffee.
I absolutely LOVED what he got me this year. The best gift: we are going to a Penguins-Mighty Ducks game on February 15th. I don't know how good our seats are, but I don't care! It's the Penguins. Watching the game live is infinitely better than watching it on TV. I'm basing this judgment on the ONE hockey game I have been to thus far. Haha. As soon as he told me about the game, I squealed. I squealed like a happy happy girl. Is it February 15th yet?
|Yep, this is how I reacted to my gift.|
The other gifts included a gift card to Ann Taylor (obviously) and an IOU for a pair of shoes. I redeemed that IOU for a Hello grown-up black pumps. My crusade to look like a sophisticated big gurrrrlll continues. My sweetie knows me so well... or, I talk so incessantly about the Pens and Ann Taylor that he'd be a moron not to pick up on those anvil-sized hints. I'm going with the .... first one.
This was the first Christmas where it was just me and my boyfriend.... plus a certain Boomer dog. I've said it before and I'll say it again - I love my weird little family.