Cathy in the Wright

Merry Christmas

I almost wished I smoked cigarettes. This would be the perfect morning for one. The Outpost is still recovering from last night. Trash bags full of wrapping paper are scattered almost as liberally as the empty wine bottles. Dirty dishes are stacked on the kitchen counter. There is an odd contentment enveloping us all. Regular life needs to go on, but we're all shrugging our shoulders and giving it the half-hearted, "eh." Translation: tomorrow.

The boys have popped in the newest DVD. The VP is grazing on the fudge and cookies that have been denied him all week. I'm looking at my blog and thinking, "Thanks for the Christmas wishes, Matthew. Thanks Pam. Hope Aelfheld is having a great day. Wonder if Dave P's meal turned out as well as ours. Did Susan remember calling me Thursday night after drinking that entire bottle of wine? Does she still love me, man?!"

Tell me this doesn't call for a tumbler of Scotch and a cigarette.

Ah well. I will settle for another round of excellent Chardonnay with the father-in-law tonight as we open more gifts.

Thanks to my siblings, parents, and in-laws for making the exodus to The Outpost last night. We really enjoyed having everyone here. I hope you all got enough to eat. Next year I'll be serving insulin instead of punch with dessert. If anyone is up for leftover cheesecake, you know where to find me.

To everyone else reading this morning: I hope you have an excellent Christmas. If you're a praying sort of person, don't forget to add a line or two for the men and women in Iraq. And Afghanistan. And Kosivo. And Bosnia. And Germany. And Korea. And anywhere else that's not home.

Merry, merry Christmas.

Posted by Cathy at December 25, 2004 10:16 AM