We are having a very low-key, practical Christmas this year.
Honestly. Like, slippers and tools and such. None of us actually need anything (besides slippers and tools, of course). Except Jordan. Jordan is getting a train table.
Also, further simplifying our Christmas plans: our oven is broken. Well, not broken. The gas to the stove is turned off.
You know, so that it doesn't cause the entire house to explode.
It turns out we had a gas leak inside the oven. The part doesn't arrive until next week.
Betty and Nick are talking about grilling Christmas dinner. I was wondering if you can do a whole turkey on the grill, but I think they're going to make lamb. Sticky buns, however, Betty's awesome North Dakota sticky buns? Cannot be baked on a grill. This, this I find is the tragedy of the situation.
But truly, it's all good. I'm embarking on four days off with my family. And the weather, while not Chrismasy, is really quite nice.
You know what I would really, really like? Like, if I could ask for anything within reason?
I want two solid weekends of movie watching. Two entire weekends in front of the TV with absolutely nothing to do and nobody asking anything of me.
One weekend would be entirely devoted to Star Wars. The original three.
The other weekend would be a Harry Potter-a-thon.
I'd take breaks to make popcorn and take naps, of course.
But I want them AFTER Christmas. Because Christmas is about spending time with the people I love most in the world. We're going to wear our new slippers and put stuff together.
Like train tables.