Well, I’ve survived.
Mostly. Christmas has come and gone, and all that’s left is a pile of wrapping paper to be thrown away. Oh, that sounds dire. It was a nice Christmas. Klumpen is in heaven with her boots, TSM is pleased with his new Gameboy, and I’m beyond pleased with all the new bits for my sewing machine. TOH is still looking for just the right dog, so that’s sort of part of his Christmas present.
The Stepson (I guess I can’t really call him the “Evil Stepson” anymore) and his Wife came down to spend time over the weekend as well. It was nice. TSM was especially thrilled having his big brother visit.
I even survived a trip to the mall for the after Christmas sales. Klumpen ended up with 5 pairs of pants and at least a half dozen shirts for what we’d have paid for the pants alone full price. After the mall, we decided to eat out, rather than head home for leftovers. We’d planned on going to Carrabba’s, but they were too busy, so we decided to try Cheeseburger in Paradise instead. Not bad, but not something I’d care to repeat anytime soon. You know they’re not about the food when the drink menu is many times thicker than the actual food menu.
I still have no clue what’s going on with my job. {sigh} And yes, I’m still afraid to ask. I’m sick of the limbo, but I’m all for putting off the bad news.
Tonight, I plan to go home and eat Christmas cookies.