OUR POWER IS BACK! OUR POWER IS BACK!! No more Chevy Chase’ing and Flashlight App’ing it. I’m not that mad because those 8 days – yes, EIGHT – were 8 days we didn’t have to pay rent. Greenbacks in my pocket, Christmas is paid for, pleaseandthankyouverymuch.
We celebrated by flipping every switch on and off a hundred times, and then checking out the holiday lights in town. AKA where all of power went that we weren’t using.
In revelation #89572 of a Tale of Two Worlds
(Wherein I compare lifestyles of CA & OH) :
Holiday light viewing in CA : on a (friend’s) boat . looking at bigger boats, homes that cost more than my hometown, and homes/boats that come with their own helicopters.
Holiday light viewing in OH : shovel driveway. wait 10 minutes for windshield to defrost. cruise in mom’s minivan with the heat blasting and hot cocoa in travel mugs. drive 3 miles in between each house. start sweating from all the layers and blasting heat. go outside. get pneumonia. die.
I have to say, being out on the water with friends, drinks, and Pandora’s Bon Jovi Holiday station was a surprisingly great way to get into the holiday spirit. I thought being away from the snow and our traditions would make it feel less like Christmas, which…
well it does, but this helped.
All that sea-business musta been good for running, because I got up Saturday and busted out my best Long Run in… probably forever.
Operation Jack Half – look out. I’m all sorts of ready for you. My negative split bag is packed.
So thug. Can’t handle it.
Follow all that with completetion of Christmas shopping (one for you, one for me is my gifting credo)… Killer weekend and my BAH HUMBUG is officially gone.
Hallelujah bring on the holidays.
(PSA : you can pay for & print flat rate shipping labels on usps.com. I walked straigh past the 60-person line, dropped my boxes on the counter, said Merry Christmas and peaced the heck outta that madness. Holiday murder count : still zero)