Oh how I love the food.
Oh how I don't love that eating the food makes me as sick as it does.
Christmas at our house was lovely.
Santa was good to us.
You can probably guess who got what.
My sister-in-law throws a smashing Christmas Eve party every year.
The highlight of the evening is always the white elephant gift exchange.
This year was no different.
My sister picked a box and began to unwrap it.
I didn't count but she unwrapped at least 25 layers of paper.
When she finally got to the box there was a note that read, 'Your present is in the hall.'
She walked to the hallway and then squealed.
This is what was in the hallway:
A life-size image of Agent Gibbs from NCIS.
We all love NCIS and Rachel thought this the perfect gift.
When it was my turn to pick a gift, I stole Gibbs from Heather.
(We can do that in our white elephant game.)
Amazingly I ended up keeping Agent Gibbs and brought him home with me.
I opened the door to my office tonight and found this:
I screamed and then told Jason that I was going to hate him for as much time as it took my heartbeat to return to normal.
He was on the phone with his sister and could NOT stop laughing.
Speaking of Jason...
Last night as I was drifting off to sleep I heard this from his side of the bed:
"If we ever get divorced I get the TV, and the Blue Ray Player."
I responded with, "Okay but I get the bed."
"But..." Jason started to say.
"You have a choice. I get the bed or the piano."
"But the piano is mine!" Jason cried.
"You are the one who started this conversation," I reminded him.
I'm pretty sure he got everything divided equally in his head.
I was asleep long before he got there though.
Oh...and when I wake up at 2:30am starving to death, Jason thinks it's funny.
He's skating on thin ice...
Very thin ice.