I've spent the better part of the evening GLADLY addressing Christmas cards for my hubby's business. My hand is very tired, but that's okay. He has lots of clients, and that's a good thing.
Earlier today he asked me what I wanted for Christmas. Yeah, we're real romantic like that. I told him I wanted to go to Indiana to see
Beth. He said, "done!" I was all like, "FOR REAL?"
Of course I was already sitting on the couch with my laptop, ruby, so I jumped online and emailed Beth. I told her that all I wanted for Christmas was her. Isn't that so goofy and cheesy? But it's true! So we agreed on a weekend and I found a flight and was giddy with the price, until I got to the page where I have to pay and realized that the price I'd seen was for ONE WAY. And then my heart skipped a couple of beats. Because I'm actually buying 2 tickets, one for me and one for
BJ (thank God Mia doesn't need a seat yet!) So the price I thought was so awesome, was actually only half of the actual price. No wonder it was such a good stinking deal.
Sheesh.
So then I looked over the monitor at Brian, the husband who had gladly handed me his credit card 5 minutes earlier to book the awesome deal of a flight, and said, um, honey......it's actually twice as much as I thought. (fingers crossed) He looked at me and I must have looked
wildly insane completely heartbroken because he said, "if it's what you really want for Christmas, then go ahead." Wow. He's really, really good to me,
don'tchathink?
Right then and there I decided that for the next
year month week, I'd gladly do anything he asks. (It's a good thing he's only home on the weekends, right!) Plunge the
toilet that
BJ just clogged with poop and
TP? No problem! Address a
gagillion Christmas cards? Sure! Wipe Mia's snotty nose AGAIN? Love to! Clean the grout with a toothbrush? I'm on it!
A little bit later I was on the phone with
Lisa planning and scheming our next trip to Austin, the week between Christmas and New Years. We were trying to decide if we might actually be able to sneak out of the house for a dinner sans kids for the first time in oh, forever. Seriously, I don't think Lisa and I have ever dined without kids. EVER. Okay, maybe once, but I don't really remember it because we were probably both drunk. With JOY, y'all. Drunk with joy. Gosh, get your minds out of the gutter.
Our conversation moved along to the girls trip we hope to take in 2009. The trip that hinges on both of us being done breastfeeding our kids and NOT being pregnant. My goodness. One of us has been breastfeeding or pregnant for the past 2 years and it's really cramped our ability to do anything without a kid(s) attached to us in some way. So, of course, we have no idea when this trip will take place, but girls can plan and dream right? Sometimes it just helps you get through the day when you know that the big, bright lights of
Las Vegas are at the end of the tunnel. Did I say
Las Vegas?
Mmmmm-
hmmmm. At least that's the plan for now. Moms in Vegas. Dangerous. We've already decided while we're there to pretend like no one's ever called us Mommy.
And that leads me to
Blogher. Which happens to be in Chicago. Very near to Beth. So not only will I get to see Beth, and hopefully
Crooked Eyebrow and
Stephanie, and
Sarah and
Arianne in January (SQUEAL!), I'll also get to see them in July.
Ohmygosh. Just pop me now. And with any luck,
Lisa will join us in July, and probably even
Amanda and
Melissa. Seriously, in the words of Beth, I just might DIE. I'm feeling pretty
McDreamy.
So, 2009 is shaping up to be the best year ever for me. I seriously don't think I need to make any resolutions except to have fun, enjoy my friends, and travel safely! Oh, and kiss my husband
alot.