Forgive me, readers, for I have been conspicuously absent this holiday season. Wanna hear why?
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: a boy who longer naps. True, he is a grumpy asshole most of the time, but you gotta embrace each step kids make in their development.
Day 2: Two sets of grandparents. Between the hacking coughs and the mountain of pills lying around the house, you’d think we operated a pharmacy. We like our parents, but after five days straight of them, we resorted to a Catholic baptism to get out of the house by ourselves.
The next day we got three cups of coffee. I used to only need 2 cups of coffee per day, but since I am going to bed late, waking up early, and running around crazily all day, I have had to step up my caffeine consumption. I gotta believe that coffee is better for you than crack, though.
The next day we got four racks of lamb. I like to both cook and eat, and I made some lamb chops that would make vegetarians think about switching teams. I ate seven. Seven.
The next day we got five new printer cartridges. I needed them because I had attempted to use cheap printer ink, and when I printed out our Christmas newsletter it looked like something Malcolm drew with crayons. Sorry our Christmas cards are late this year everyone. I like to make other procrastinators feel good about themselves.
On the sixth day of Christmas, we saw the Oakland Interfaith Gospel Choir sing on Christmas Eve at Slims in the city. They were amazing, and if you ever have the chance to see them, take that chance. They are amazing and will inspire you to whatever it is that you need inspiration to do.
I had seven drinks on the next day of Christmas. At least I think it was seven, it may have been more. Our friends, Marj and Tracy, throw a eve Christmas eve bash every year, where we drink too much good wine, sing poorly and loudly, and eat some tasty food. Thanks for the awesome tradition!
I followed this up with eight dishes at dinner at Christmas Eve. As advertised, we went to Chinese food. Mu shu, walnut prawns, fried rice, and best of all, wonton soup.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: nine stores on Christmas Eve morning. I waited an awfully long time this year to buy most of the presents on my list. I knew what I wanted, and made it happen in a pretty efficient manner. Wrapping them up the next morning was a bit painful though.
We got Malcolm ten presents. He has already stopped playing with them, and runs around the house with two old matchbox cars pretending their are his brothers and sisters. Next year, he is getting a package of socks on the 25th.
The next day, it took eleven hours to open presents on Christmas morning.
It seemed like it anyways. We have very generous parents, who spend a lot of time and effort picking us up knick knacks on their journeys. When we finally finished opening our gifts, I couldn’t remember a single thing I had gotten.
Except for one thing. The sweet new Macbook Pro Amy got me for Christmas. It replaces the PC that took about 12 hours to do anything on. This bad boy turns on in three seconds, has amazing graphics, and currently sleeps in the bed with me. I love it, and it will show. My blogs are gonna be better, faster and sleeker this year, and you can thank Amy for that.
To all of you out there, thanks for reading my blog and I hope that the new year brings you peace and prosperity. Or, at least some decent chinese food.
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Lucky… My desktop hums… and it gets louder and louder and you eventually have to hit it really hard for it to shut up.
I doubt Macs ever do that.