Christmas: Part 1
I tend to be a little forgetful. I forget people's names all the time (but not what they're wearing -- it's a gift), so I usually will say it a thousand times in conversation to try and make it stick. Not that it matters, but last week at a casino with my brothers and sisters in law, I managed to remember Jacob the bartender without struggle. And still remember that name a week later. Weird. Anyway, I also tend to forget how awesome it is to wake up on Saturday morning and having nothing to do but demolish a pot of coffee.
I definitely like Saturdays that have big full plans within their itineraries, but Saturdays with not a single agenda note? Freakin' gold, guys. It's an Easter basket filled with just the black jelly-beans.
Whoops, wrong holiday.
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Last week we did Christmas Round 1. It started with a trip to the casino because nothing says Christmas like wondering where all of your money went. Well actually, it went to Jacob the bartender.
Saturday a week ago was not the kind of Saturday that requires only a pot of coffee. It was a Saturday exploding from the beginning with stuff. Things to do, food to eat, drinks to consume, presents to wrap, unwrap, and a few that still needed to be shopped for.
But then, somewhere around 2 o'clock, it all came together.
Little girls.
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