We got back from the land of ice and snow last night, after many nights of drinking and outright debauchery (in addition to all sorts of family time).
In other words, we are very, very glad to be home, lol.
The day we left, I had slipped on the stairs while rushing, and the bruise that has now formed right on/above my tailbone goes all the way across my back. It’s hurt like an SOB since last Saturday, and quite sadly, it is still incredibly painful.
But I still managed to un-decorate the house and tree last night during the Pats game, and to my great satisfaction, the tree is out, the decorations are gone and the presents have been put away. Granted, there is still some laundry left, and boxes to break down, but all in all, we are heading into January all clean. 🙂
Merry Christmas from the land of ice and snow! 😛
Can I just say, I so desperately want to see the new Alvin in the Chipmunks movie I am literally bouncing.
No, I’m not kidding and yes, I am weird. Whatever.
I LOVE them. 😀
So yes, the box did come yesterday, FINALLY. And so far, according to my mom, nothing appears broken.
Chop and I made it safely to the land of ice and snow, and right now we are sitting in bed and outside the windows the world is totally white, covered in snow and very pretty. I’d estimate there’s around two feet of snow on the ground and it’s still falling. And did I mention it’s 10 degrees?
We got up at 8, expecting to have no problems leaving town by 10AM.
Except we didn’t leave the house till 10:10, and we still had to go to the post office, the bank and put air in a tire.
The post office? Eight people in front of me. And when I got up there, they said they couldn’t help me, and the guy rolled his eyes. Nice.
Then there were a billion people at the coffee shop, everyone was driving below the speed limit and in front of me and we still hadn’t dropped the dog off.
I drove 90 the whole way (well, as much as I could), and managed to cover 70 miles in a little under an hour.
We parked and the tram over dropped us off at 12:30. Our flight? At 1:25.
And I am actually sitting here at the gate. WTF, you say?
No one at the checkin counter and no one, NO ONE, at the security checkpoint. Just us.
Our minds are boggled right now. From curb to gate, it took us 26 minutes. I have never gotten through an airport so quickly in my life.
I sent a 15lb box to my mom’s house on December 10, and have been waiting to hear from my mom that it arrived. It contained 90% of the presents for my immediate and extended family back home, seeing as how this year the Chop and I are going to visit his family.
Today my post office said they couldn’t help me to track down the package (even though I got insurance and therefore have a tracking number), but my mother’s post office said, “No problem, what’s the number.”
According to her post office, my box is still SITTING AT MY POST OFFICE.
I’m really hoping that’s wrong. I’m hoping I go into my PO tomorrow (before we have to fly out) and they tell me, oh, the package should be there today.
But I’m not that optimistic, and if it’s still there, I plan to open up a can of whoop ass and demand they overnight it.
I am so pissed right now, I can’t even tell you.
Going 30 miles in the snow at 8PM to pick up the Chop from the train? No fun.
Getting a flat tire? Definitely no fun.
Realizing that two computer nerds with no previous tire experience can change a flat tire, in the snow, and find the entire situation hysterically funny? Priceless.
My mom decided to boycott a tree this year since I’m not coming home and so “we’ll just go over to your sister’s since she has two trees.”
I decided that was totally unacceptable, and playing on one year when my dad brought home the ugliest tree ever, I sent them this: This Tree Needs You.
They sent me a video message just now of Christmas music playing and this tiny little tree, in the same location as the tree usually is (and usually it’s 20 feet tall, so this tree looks hysterical).
One bad part about being in a relationship… trading off Christmas’ with family. :p
(Oh, and on a side note, Urban Outfitters used DHL to ship this to them and a) it took two weeks when it was supposed to take one and b) when I complained, they said they’d update the website and I don’t have a choice of shipping method. Ridiculous.)
Yesterday I spent three hours getting the Chop’s car so it wouldn’t be towed.
Three, you say? Yes. FREAKING THREE.
I picked up my friend Sara, we drove the thirty miles to where the car was parked in about 45 minutes and then spent 30 minutes trying to find the damn car. Yeah. Oddly enough, finding “C20” in a mall parking garage with three sections and nine levels (so three Cs) the week before Christmas is not an easy task.
Even if you set off the car alarm every few minutes, hoping to hear it above the din.
Then I realized that the $20 I had on me probably wouldn’t cover the fee for his car, so off we went to find an ATM.
Giant malls + Christmas = mass hysteria and insanity.
It was good times, all around, lol.
Suffice to say, the Chop owes me big time. 😛
