Merry Chrismahunukwanzika!

Didn't want to leave anyone out there. So, how was your INSERT HOLIDAY HERE? Mine was pretty nice. Stayed home for the first time and didn't head to see the family in the Pacific Northwest. I wasn't cold, I wasn't in an airport with crying babies or sick people, and I got to sleep as much as I wanted. Not bad. Of course I did miss some family togetherness moments but I think we can make that up next time we see each other.

Now to pack away the decorations and dispose of the tree. I'm having a hard time reconciling the fact that I'm going to have to haul this green behemoth out to the curb so that the trash man can take it away. I just don't want to do it. I want a magical elf to show up at my house, blink the tree out of existence, and even clean all the pine needles embedded into the carpet. That would truly be a Christmas miracle.

I have no idea where I was going with this post so I'll just quit while I'm a head. Happy New Year!

Screwing Around....

....with the layout. I wish I could be laziest luckiest person alive and find a Blogger template that actually has awesome sharkness on it but alas, I am not lucky just lazy. So, sorry if everytime you come back here it looks different. I guess this means I'm apologizing to approximately 2 people on the internet. You know who you are and I love you for visiting :).

Hangovers

All the advances in medical science and there is still no cure for the hangover! Sure, I could drink water while I'm drinking alcohol, but c'mon! Where's the fun in that?

Wine is a helluva hangover. I liken it to death on a stick. Fortunately I had the foresight to take some Tylenol before bed so I woke up in fair shape. Even feel like a nice dog walk would be a good idea. The poor boyfriend on the other hand is throwing me eye daggers because he can hear me softly typing on my iPhone.

If anyone still reads this tiny piece of inane web space, what's your cure for a hangover? Hair of the dog? IV? Praying for the sweet release of death?

Oh, and Happy Holidays.

Sunday, Lazy Sunday

I'm the type of girl that likes to be productive on the weekends since I cant take care of normal living stuff during the week. The problem is that I always have an obstacle: Lazy Sundays. Sometimes I am successful in getting around them but today was not one of those days. Slept in til 11. Attempted to get up. Now it's 1:22 and I'm still in the warm embrace of my bed. Wtf?

How can I beat my addiction to Lazy Sundays? I don't think I can. Oh well, might as well succumb to the delightful coziness of my duvet. Zzzzzzzz

I Don't Want To Get Out Of Bed

That pretty sums up my morning. It's 32 degrees and while I know that there is a fat chance in hell that it will snow here in Phoenix, I'd still like a damned snow day so I don't have to get out of bed and go to work. Yes, I'm still in bed. Don't judge me.

So, how do you motivate yourself to get out of bed on a chilly morning like this? I'm all fresh out of ideas.

Robbie

This is Robbie. He is a badass. That is all.