Christmas eve

coffee at the local coffee shop

brunch at a friends that included many mimosas and at ;east 6 kids under 3 -- they like Matt's guitar,

napping and reading

then over to a friends house for mulled wine and snacks.

and I enjoyed the 12 days very much

Stabbing the pain kills it. I SWEAR THIS IS TRUE.

now the kitten is biting Matt's feet

I do have a friend who's uncle recommended at 2 by 4 to the back of the head as a cure - or at least a distraction from a sinus headache

I'm ready to kick the kids to bed (or at least banish them to their rooms). My shoulder isn't happy and I want to apply drugs. But first I must, ummm, take care of a few things before tomorrow morning.

I tried to call my dad today and we played phone tag. I haven't actually talked with the man since before Thanksgiving, just phone tag. I want to know if my package made it to him as it had a treat in it for tonight. Also, we haven't gotten anything from him - no package, no Christmas card, no nothing - which is not normal. Has made today feel odd. I miss my mom and I can't connect with my dad.

Steph, no stabbination. We like you face as is.

So meara does this mean you're in Indy? I mean, not that I have time to see you or anything since the family schedule is insano, but I could sort of feel generally happy you're in the vicinity!

But it was a nice night, actually, mostly. And tomorrow should be mostly about food, so.

I bow to your drug knowledge, but I refuse to be swayed by your wacky, new age, alternative treatment recommendations.

I keep forgetting to say, The Twelve Days is awesome!

Technically Xmas here, so merry Christmas ! Brother and I were up way too late talking and drinking . I LOVE talking to my bro.

Unfortunately, the kids will wake up damn early and I'm sleeping next to the tree.

Wish me luck!

Because EM is sleeping over she's in Emmett's bed and he's on the couch by the xmas tree.

Matilda lobbied hard to be sleeping out by the tree as well.

I suspect she wants to catch Santa in the act.

So meara does this mean you're in Indy? I mean, not that I have time to see you or anything since the family schedule is insano, but I could sort of feel generally happy you're in the vicinity!

Yes! I didn't realize you were here! I'm around until Thursday morning

We got home and found my Muslim BIL watching midnight mass from the Vatican. We left it on and discussed the fashion choices and the commentator and the popes health.

Oh, the Buffistasmas is marvelous! Mwah.

I ran with my sister & marathoner SIL this morning, even though I'd stupidly taken a sudafed at 10PM last night and barely slept as a result. (My SIL is not, technically, a marathoner: she runs marathon distances on the weekends for fun, and is determined to get into ultramarathoning. Yes, she's just as fit as you think.) We didn't get shamed too badly, but I felt lousy for much of the day afterwards.

I did go to Christmas mass with my parents, and it turned out it was the Children's Mass. Oh, my--I felt like I was trapped in Charlie Brown's Christmas, complete with the little shepherds dressed in Dad's bathrobe with towels on their heads. SO CUTE.

Wrapped my parents' gifts for them, ate pizza with the other kids & offspring, had the mandatory bull session about our folks and what the future holds, and now I'm finally crashed out with the dog snoring by my bed.

I've lost my voice, argh. But hey, I get to sleep in at least a little tomorrow, since my niece & nephews are too young to really understand about Santa, so there won't be any crack-of-dawn excitement. Just the puppy whining...

Merry Christmas to all Buffistas who celebrate! Maybe this year will be better than the last, as the man says.