Rock on, Mom.
I just survived FIVE CHRISTMASES, where is my trophy? I love holidays,
and I love my family, but I am so over-stimulated and over-socialized
right now I sort of want to hide myself in a closet for a few weeks and
just not talk to anyone. I am a fan of quiet.
All five Christmases were, however, a hit. There were embarrassing family stories told for the 9,000th time, highly competitive board games, ridiculous amounts of loot, much laughter, and so much food I nearly had to roll myself back to Chicago. I have a new chin composed entirely of Oreo truffles. I would have gained more than one new chin were it not for the calories I burned laughing at exchanges like this:
What was actually said:
AuntM: Teryn, how are your teas?
Teryn: Oh, they're alright. Pretty good, really.
What everyone else in the room heard:
AuntM: Teryn, how are your titties?
Teryn: Oh, they're alright. Pretty good, really
Guess what we all kept asking Teryn for the rest of the weekend? Go on, guess.
We spent much of the day after Christmas at the mall taking advantage of the fact that there is no sales tax on clothes in Minnesota, versus the 10%+ sales tax we have here in Chicago. I will refrain from giving you a blow-by-blow account of all the deals I snagged and just say that it took me six trips from the car to our third-floor apartment to get all of our new stuff into the apartment.
Speaking of deals, I'm not sure if this is an everywhere-thing, or just a Midwestern-thing, but do you all announce your good clothing deals to anyone who compliments something you are wearing? Three times this weekend I complimented a family member on their clothes and their response was something like "Thanks! I got it for THREE DOLLARS." I know this has happened to me outside of my family, too, so it isn't just our particular brand of crazy.
Lastly, one of the best parts of the weekend, I got to meet Isabel! Two weeks old and so tiny and sweet and I spent the entire time we were there trying not to swallow her whole. I seriously need to get me one of these.
I just survived FIVE CHRISTMASES, where is my trophy? I love holidays,
and I love my family, but I am so over-stimulated and over-socialized
right now I sort of want to hide myself in a closet for a few weeks and
just not talk to anyone. I am a fan of quiet.All five Christmases were, however, a hit. There were embarrassing family stories told for the 9,000th time, highly competitive board games, ridiculous amounts of loot, much laughter, and so much food I nearly had to roll myself back to Chicago. I have a new chin composed entirely of Oreo truffles. I would have gained more than one new chin were it not for the calories I burned laughing at exchanges like this:
What was actually said:
AuntM: Teryn, how are your teas?
Teryn: Oh, they're alright. Pretty good, really.
What everyone else in the room heard:
AuntM: Teryn, how are your titties?
Teryn: Oh, they're alright. Pretty good, really
Guess what we all kept asking Teryn for the rest of the weekend? Go on, guess.
We spent much of the day after Christmas at the mall taking advantage of the fact that there is no sales tax on clothes in Minnesota, versus the 10%+ sales tax we have here in Chicago. I will refrain from giving you a blow-by-blow account of all the deals I snagged and just say that it took me six trips from the car to our third-floor apartment to get all of our new stuff into the apartment.
Speaking of deals, I'm not sure if this is an everywhere-thing, or just a Midwestern-thing, but do you all announce your good clothing deals to anyone who compliments something you are wearing? Three times this weekend I complimented a family member on their clothes and their response was something like "Thanks! I got it for THREE DOLLARS." I know this has happened to me outside of my family, too, so it isn't just our particular brand of crazy.
Lastly, one of the best parts of the weekend, I got to meet Isabel! Two weeks old and so tiny and sweet and I spent the entire time we were there trying not to swallow her whole. I seriously need to get me one of these.
Not the cute blond, I already have her (that would be my wife). SMOOSHY TINY BABY OMG WANT. She was asleep the whole time we were there, making the cutest squeeky and growly noises ever in history. I am positively deliriously happy for my friends and their new baby. That is one lucky baby, and they are two lucky new parents.
