It hit over 60 degrees today.
In case you've forgotten, it's December 14th.
I'm not complaining, just stating facts...in a sarcastic tone and with a confused look on my face.
I'd really like a white Christmas, but that ain't lookin' likely.
Maybe I filled my white Christmas quota when I was living in Michigan.
Jimi slow-roasted a brisket last night. At 3:30 a.m., his phone started making gadowful noises, and you'll never believe this, but he made it do that on purpose! So at three thirty, his alarm goes off and I'm all "OMGWTFKITTENS?!" and he's all "Gotta check the meat" and so I went to go pee. Have you ever been awake at 3:30 in the morning when there's a brisket roasting in your oven? My house smells fucking delicious, yo. (Of course, it's not 3:30 now, but it does still smell delicious in here. I hope he brings some home - see, it was for work, and so I did not get to taste not one little morsel of the delicious-smelling meat. Sad face.) Anyhow, he checked his meat and came back to bed and gave me a big hug and kiss and for a second I thought he was gonna try to get some sexy time started and I was thinking "oh hell, it's 3:30 in the morning, but what the hell, okay. but man, I'm so sleepy" but it didn't matter, because he just wanted to kiss me and cuddle a little. His hair smelled like meat. I was really hungry when I woke up this morning.
I'm hungry now. I'm thinking something easy, like tomato soup and grilled cheese. Or leftover pizza from lunch. Like I said, easy is the name of the game.
I've done a little Christmas shopping, but I'm not nearly finished. It'll be a busy weekend, or a busy week next week, or a busy Christmas Eve...
We're reading The Lord of the Rings trilogy, and it's awesome. Have I ever mentioned how much I love that Jimi's a reader? I love it. I love that we read the same books, each of us choosing a different marker, and have a "i'll get to the end faster than you!" thing going on.
I love everything about him. He's dreamy.
Oh, and Finn chewed the face off of one of the reindeer under the Christmas tree. I'm pretty sure it's the Jimi-reindeer, not the Natalie-reindeer. Poor Jimi-reindeer.
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Please don't make me cry.