I started the month so strong, posting every day.  Now? It’s been over a week! Bad me!

You’d think with the four day weekend I’d have had time to do some reviews or posts or…  something.  But no.  Things have been crazy hectic.  Between finishing up my shopping on the 23rd and working a half day on the 24th and Christmas Eve, birthday and Christmas Day celebrations I just couldn’t find the time.  And yesterday?  I played a lot of bejeweled, read most of a book and went shopping.  Today?  Met friends who moved to Vegas a few years back, who were in town for the Holidays, for coffee.

And now?  I have a bit more than fifteen hours left in the long weekend – 8 or so of which will be spend sleeping – and I’m just getting to a post.

Lazy heifer I am.

Christmas and the birthday were good.  We did the usual, go to the parents’ house for Christmas Eve and Day and it was nice.  I got a cake with 40 freaking candles on it and managed to blow them all out in one shot.  Yay me!

We decided that next year, however, Taylor and I are staying home on Christmas Day.  That Teen is usually with his dad, who flies in from California, and his dad’s side of the family and going to my parent’s house for both days is getting old.  I’d kind of like to just…  chill…  in my own house.  Make our own dinner, start our own traditions.  It’s definitely time.

What I’d really like is to find a cabin up in the woods somewhere and spend a week at Christmas there but I’m not sure I really see that happening.

I should start saving RIGHT NOW.

I can’t think of much that would be nicer than a quiet week somewhere snowy and woodsy, with a fireplace and a lot of nudity.

Not much else to yap about, really.  Not in the general, “what’s going on” sort of way anyhow.  I have some actual thoughtful posts in my head but I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to get them out.  Meh.

My brain.  It doesn’t work so well lately for writing.

I’m flopped out in bed with the lappy, all toasty warm in my new jammies, Taylor snoring softly beside me, a hot cup of vanilla butter rum coffee on the nightstand, the urge to write strong…

And yet I can’t gather up my thoughts properly to spit anything out.

Meh. Meh. Mehmehmeh.

So.  I guess I shall stop babbling and start thinking.

With luck, I’ll post a “real” something or other later.

Oh!  Also!  I had teh birthday sex!   We were extremely careful about it all since I don’t officially have the okay from my doc but since all drainage and pain seem to be gone, we figured what the hell.

It was good.  Really, really good.  Nothing like 5 weeks without to make even a gentle fuck spectacular. :)