Today cabin fever drove me out of the house with the boys. To the mall. Two days before Christmas. In a snowstorm. To see Santa.
One of Tom’s coworkers asked if he forgot to up my meds for the holiday season.
I avoid the mall like the plague between Thanksgiving and New Year’s, so today was unusual. But we were meeting a friend there so the kids could play at the indoor playground and run their crazies out. J got to sit on Santa’s lap (A? Are you kidding? Last year’s photo was an anomaly, never to be repeated), I got to hit the Apple Store to fondle drool plan my next purchase and get help on syncing my iPhone with Princess’s new hard drives, the boys got lunch at MickeyD’s. A good day.
Skreeeetch!!!! Ok, huge digression here. I went searching back through my archives to find last year’s Santa photo and came across a couple posts that had me shaking my head. I easily could have written them this year. Remember, last month, when we went to Iowa and the bed nearly killed me? I wrote a post about the frakking bed and how it screwed with me last year too! I just got Princess the PMSing Laptop back this week, but she was messing with me at this time last year too! Ok, I hereby declare, in front of the Internets and the Whole World, the follow vows:
In 2010 I will not sleep on the guest room bed at my in-laws house because it does painful and dangerous things to my anatomy.
In 2010 I will purchase a MacBook Pro because Princess is on her last legs and I can’t take another year of this.
Please remind me of these as I get closer to our May Iowa trip and Back to School Apple sales (last year, didn’t Apple have a sale of “Buy a MacBook, get an iTouch? ‘Cause A could totally go for that deal! LOL).
Back to today’s trip to the mall. It wasn’t bad. Helps that we got there shortly after opening. Parking spot near the door. Only had to wait 10 minutes for Santa and 0 minutes at the Apple Store. Ohhhhh…..Apple Store. Purty, shiny, functioning computers…..ahhhhh….. Sorry…distracted by shiny things. The afternoon went downhill after we left and the boys decided to Be Brothers On Vacation. AKA “Annoy Each Other Until Mom Loses Her Shit And Orders Everyone To Separate Rooms So She Doesn’t Kill Anyone.”
Good times, good times.
Now? Back to baking and wine drinking and Chex Mix eating (that stuff won’t see Christmas Day at this rate) and wine drinking and gift wrapping and wine drinking.