Revisiting Christmas

Since I still have my tree up it's still 'technically' the Christmas season.

This is how we spent most of our Christmas day.

I am not mentioning the guests that we had later that evening because I was in bed when they arrived, therefore, it didn't happen.

BH had a little trouble figuring out what to get me for Christmas. I dropped several hints during the season. One being kitchen knives. Nice ones. Henkle or Wurst. I don't need a whole freakin set, just one or two of my favorite size, you know, so I can CUT the meat instead of mutilate it, or chop, not crush the veggies. Knives that know how to keep an edge. You know? So just days before Christmas he is shopping, without me, and calls me.

"I'm having a little trouble finding your gift."
"They usually keep that stuff in a locked case. You'll have to ask someone to help you."
"haha. I'll be back soon."

So then, Christmas morning, I open this. . .

Yes, a vacuum cleaner. Not just any vacuum cleaner. But a vacuum cleaner with someone else's dirt in it. See?He said it was the last one one the shelf and I noticed some of the packaging was torn.

That's right baby. LOSER!

Who wants to see BH in his robe? Oh calm down.

Yes he looks very happy doesn't he? That's because he hasn't opened it yet. And see that it's a picture frame that he can't program without a memory device.

We light this wonderful smelling candle from my BFF Shel.

As is our tradition we head over to my parents for Christmas dinner.

Mom, who does not have a Martha Stewart gene in her body, set a very lovely table.

And these candles. . . I wanted to take them home.

Dad, got a camera for Christmas. A cool one. One that is way more cool than mine. One that I wanted to steal, or replace with mine because, shoot, he'll not appreciate the coolness of this new camera as much as me.

The truth is Dad got this camera for my mom. This is like the ultimate bowling ball gift. She has never wanted to take a picture in her entire life. If I do give her the camera I have to check it and have her do it again and again. SHE, will never figure out this awesome camera, NEVER. And since you pretty much need the computer or sort of know what to do with a computer to print out pictures, she will not be the least interested. She knows where dad keeps his computer and that's all she needs to know. Dad on the other hand, is going to have a ball with it.

We took a whole bunch of pictures and then I showed him all the cool things you can do with it. And somehow, somehow, this computer genus, erased all the photos we took. I still can't figure out how I did that.

BH got this cool bucket o stuff from my folks.

And me?
ANOTHER ROOMBA!

WTF! What are my loved ones trying to say to me? That I'm a pig and need to vacuum my house? That I'm too lazy to push a vacuum cleaner around and have to have a robot do it? Is that what they're saying?

Just kidding.

I don't need to vacuum all that often, it's just the two of us and Maya doesn't shed all that much. But with the holidays and people coming I decided to vacuum and wash the kitchen floor. Holy macaroni! A 3000 sf home sounds like a dream until you have to vacuum it. I was exhausted. Also the kitchen, huge, I needed to take a break 1/2 way threw it. I was visiting my BFF Shel and she has a roomba. LOVES LOVES LOVES it. So I mentioned to BH that I was going to get one after the holidays.

And my dad. I hadn't mentioned it to him so I asked him why he got it for me. He said when he was helping us move in he told me I'd need one of those little robot vacuums to help me clean it. He loves gadgets so it makes sense.

So, I have two roombas. I so so so love it! We're going to exchange the 'dirty' vacuum and get a scooba roomba. The ones that clean your kitchen floors. YEAH BABY! Who's the bomb now? Huh? That's right! ME!