I’m still recovering from my bout with bronchitis so this will be a relatively short post.
Christmas came and went without too much drama.
We spent the morning at my sister’s, watching my 2 year old niece and nephew runs around the house like nuts, tearing open their presents (and anyone else’s that they could get to!). It was controlled chaos but it was lovely.
We were missing my father, but, fortunately there were only a few tears and we were determined not to tinge the day with sadness, as that was something that my father never would have wanted.
After a brief stop at home to take care of Teddyji, we headed over to Husbandji’s brother’s “A’ for the evening.
Of course Tiamat was there, and once again she managed to spill an entire glass of red wine on their beige carpet!!! (You’d think after last year that they would know better and just give her a sippy cup!)
Most of his family offered their half-ass condolences to me as they came in (as you’ll recall, almost none of them could be bothered to come to any of the services) to which I was gracious but not overly friendly to any of them.
The Darling Nephew was obviously on a Christmas present/sugar high as he was running around nonstop the whole night.
It had been a long day, and I was never so happy to see the Ashram and my bed that night!
In other news, against my better judgment, we stayed up past our bedtime to watch part one of Doctor Who: The End of Time on BBC America.
I have to say, I was underwhelmed. I sincerely hope that part two is better next week. Otherwise, it will be a very anticlimactic way for David Tennant to end his fabulous five year run as The Doctor.
I guess that’s all for now My Minions. I’m going to go finish up some chores now and then rest for the remainder of the day. TTFN!