Procrastination skills, activate!
Dec. 24th, 2010 10:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sethrakForm of.... a housewife slurping eggnog!
I really ought to be folding the last of the laundry and wrapping a couple presents. Most of the Zodlings' stuff, that didn't come pre-wrapped from relatives, Davner just arranged in the sleds they're getting from us. Not like we're going to be able to use the sleds anytime soon (:;:eyesCaradhrasPike's Peak crossly::), and not like the boys are all that interested in unwrapping things yet. Last year we still had to do hand-over-hand with them for unwrapping, and that caused Mark to cry so much it wasn't worth it.
Instead, I am drinking eggnog, listening to Christmas music, and re-reading Cleolinda's delightfully snarky Twilight recaps. I've got to say, the ones where she cross-compares the first book with the leaked chapters of Midnight Sun? Make the full force of Edward's creepy mccreeperson-ness stand out even more starkly. It's hilarious, but painful as well, considering how many women and young girls cling to these stories like their last hope of romantic heaven. I may need to go find Stoney321's ex-Mormon recaps to help me giggle away the squick. (Never did link Reasoning With Vampires on Facebook. Think I'll do it this coming week. Might not snap the TwiHard relatives out of it, but you never know...)
I need gingerbread. I have none. ;_; Might run to the Commissary after church tomorrow and grab some. Definitely need to plan better for next year. And on that note, I need to plan my snack and movie lineup for New Year's. We don't have a babysitter lined up, but I refuse to just let it be another weekend night. Maybe anime, take-out, and pie from Village Inn...
I should also be decorating the tree. Mark proved once again that we need to wait til Christmas Eve for any decorations he can reach. First he managed to dis-embowel the shatter-proof globes. We were worried he might pull the metal hooks off and hurt himself or Jack. Nope. He pulled the globes off, leaving the metal hooks still firmly attached to the tree, and the little metal caps and the bits of metal that keep the globes attached dangling forlornly. Then he pulled off the ornaments that were just hung with string loops, and arranged them in arcane patterns on the couch. The only ornament that escaped was the angel hanging from the top. (Not an actual tree-topper, just hung really high.) I suspect if he'd remember that he can move the dining room chairs, he'd have gotten her too.
But right now, I just want to enjoy snark and drink eggnog. I've been up since three am, and am le tired. Just can't sleep.
I really ought to be folding the last of the laundry and wrapping a couple presents. Most of the Zodlings' stuff, that didn't come pre-wrapped from relatives, Davner just arranged in the sleds they're getting from us. Not like we're going to be able to use the sleds anytime soon (:;:eyes
Instead, I am drinking eggnog, listening to Christmas music, and re-reading Cleolinda's delightfully snarky Twilight recaps. I've got to say, the ones where she cross-compares the first book with the leaked chapters of Midnight Sun? Make the full force of Edward's creepy mccreeperson-ness stand out even more starkly. It's hilarious, but painful as well, considering how many women and young girls cling to these stories like their last hope of romantic heaven. I may need to go find Stoney321's ex-Mormon recaps to help me giggle away the squick. (Never did link Reasoning With Vampires on Facebook. Think I'll do it this coming week. Might not snap the TwiHard relatives out of it, but you never know...)
I need gingerbread. I have none. ;_; Might run to the Commissary after church tomorrow and grab some. Definitely need to plan better for next year. And on that note, I need to plan my snack and movie lineup for New Year's. We don't have a babysitter lined up, but I refuse to just let it be another weekend night. Maybe anime, take-out, and pie from Village Inn...
I should also be decorating the tree. Mark proved once again that we need to wait til Christmas Eve for any decorations he can reach. First he managed to dis-embowel the shatter-proof globes. We were worried he might pull the metal hooks off and hurt himself or Jack. Nope. He pulled the globes off, leaving the metal hooks still firmly attached to the tree, and the little metal caps and the bits of metal that keep the globes attached dangling forlornly. Then he pulled off the ornaments that were just hung with string loops, and arranged them in arcane patterns on the couch. The only ornament that escaped was the angel hanging from the top. (Not an actual tree-topper, just hung really high.) I suspect if he'd remember that he can move the dining room chairs, he'd have gotten her too.
But right now, I just want to enjoy snark and drink eggnog. I've been up since three am, and am le tired. Just can't sleep.
