I’ve spent the last couple of hours doing absolutely nothing and it has been fantastic.
I’m not going back to the office until next Wednesday. FUCK YES.
I’m one glass of wine into the night.
I’m so happy to be home with my boy. I’m so excited that I get him on Christmas eve this year. We have plans to cuddle, watch movies, eat all the snacks, and make cookies for Santa, among other things.
And I’m super excited to spend Christmas day with Dave. We are making a yummy Christmas feast. Oh and we are planning to watch Die Hard, which is going to be fucking awesome.
I love creating holiday traditions with him. I can’t wait until next Christmas when the four of us will be together in our new house!
Dave is grumpy though because I figured out what my Christmas present is. Haha. I’m still super excited though.
It’s like 70 degrees outside. I have my windows open. It feels odd. I wanted a white Christmas.
My lovely assistants gave me a bunch of yummy snacks and candy today. We have the best group at the firm right now. I really couldn’t be happier with how things are going. Five years in and we are going strong.
Dave and I have plans with @talknboutluvdancnboutarktecture and her lovely wife to have a weekend in Chicago in April. The rooms were booked yesterday. Can’t wait!
We tried a new place yesterday (O’bar) and it was a good time. St. Louis has so much awesome stuff to see and do. We need to branch out more often. It’s so easy to get stuck in a rut because the rut is actually quite fantastic.
I really want to have a game night. The bf and I were discussing buying the Battlestar Galactica board game and inviting over some pals, like @davidnelsongunn. Interested?
I’ve decided that I really dig the new name. It was the one I wanted back when I chose pushinginthepin, but it was taken. It’s the name of my favorite Conway Twitty song. The lyrics are heartbreaking and beautiful and I think it’s just perfect. (Also, Fiona covered it and I saw her sing it live and it was ridic amazing.)
Seriously though, not having to worry about whether or not what I’m posting is breaking someone’s heart makes me feel like a giant weight has been lifted. I know it actually wouldn’t be hard to track down this new name (thanks to the infamous rads boob post that has been reblogged like 170,000 times) but at least at that point it’s out of my hands, right?
