It is four degrees outside.
Good thing I am getting out this craziness and heading to Minnesota for the weekend!
Seriously, my sister and her husband are swinging by any second now to throw my hungover ass in their back seat and drive 6 hours to visit the parents in St. Paul for the holiday.
Which, quite frankly, is feeling more and more like it will actually be a weekend stint in detox than a Christmas celebration. Did I tell you there have been parties, lately? Lots and lots of parties? That my lungs are as dark as my soul and my liver is now four sizes smaller and a little bit more, oh, prune-ier, I am sure?
At any rate, next week is not shaping up to be much better considering I know about 4 gabillion people with post-chrismas pre-New Years Eve birthday’s. Including myself! And how can I not have a party?
And you know, normally I am one of those December birthday people who don’t really care much for the legendary “COMBO” gift. However, this year I make the exception.
I think this would make the best! combo! gift! ever!
It would be the combo gift that ends all bitching about combo gifts and that is something to think about my friends. And if you know anyone with a birthday ‘round Christmas you know what I am talking about.
I dunno, just a little something for you to mull over while I am up north drying out at my parents’ house for the weekend.
Happy days, my friends.