Have y'all recovered from the turkey coma, yet? Soaked your aching feet, following a Black Friday shopping marathon? Broken out the Christmas decorations? Yes? I have personally done two out of the three; I am morally opposed to Black Friday shopping and the crowds it generates, so I skip that holiday tradition.
I did eat a metric ton of turkey and stuffing (Twenty-three pounds, remember), and, as of ten minutes ago, I placed the final Christmas decoration in it's appropriate location. And, if you think the title of this post is an exaggeration, please think again; I really did use that many batteries, so, the fine people at Duracell can rest their heads peacefully, secure in their jobs.
The best decoration, however, didn't require batteries at all.
Meet Colonel Sugarbottom. He stands six feet tall and I love every inch of him. Hugh and the kids gave him to me for my birthday-wait, did I mention that today is my birthday? No? Oh.
Hai, it's ma burfday! Get your drink on!
Or, however that goes.
But, back to the topic at hand; is that not the coolest nutcracker you have ever seen? He is currently standing sentry over the porch, ready to welcome Christmas guests as they arrive at our door. I have no idea where he is going to live the other ten and a half months of the year, but, that is a problem we can tackle after the holidays.
Now, I am going to relax and enjoy the many, many lighted decorations in my house before going out to dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant with my family; we seriously tire of turkey and stuffing and a big-ass burrito sounds like the cure.
Also, birthday margarita, anyone? I deserve some reward for wrangling all those batteries, after all.