I'm snuggled in bed with the most selfish and smug of feelings. Christmas is nearly here, and all I have to do is cuddle with Cranky and Bartlett.
I did most of my shopping online (and I'm pleased with the results, so pleased), but there was one undelivered snafu. I could remedy that by going to the mall today, although Cranky kindly suggested that we wait until later next week. He is such a good boy.
Decorating the house has gone slowly, meaning we might not get the "tree" up. There's a wreath on the door, though, so the neighbors and delivery people have to assume we enjoy a skosh of festivity at this house. We do, really, but I'm finding it unimportant to get all tinselly indoors. That's what fireplaces are for (if it's not another Spare the Air day; we've had a rash of them in this sunny December). And I have a fantastic Christmas music channel on Pandora.
Enough about me and mine. I wish you and yours a wonderful holiday season. I love that Hanukkah is overlapping Christmas this year; gonna fry up some latkes tonight. 2011 was a stinker of a year, but it went fast, ending (so far) with Boehner's bag o' toys of a cave-in.
Let's all hold cybernetic hands and feel the love. I love you! I'm so happy to know you. May the soft-focus colored soft-drink bottles spray you with good cheer. Oh, wait, that's a close-up of Christmas lights. Good cheer!