I hope everyone had a bangin' holiday, no matter what you celebrate! Festivus for the rest of us, Christmahanukwanzakuh, or whatever, all I know is we had a fabulous time.
Kevin and I always exchange each others gifts on Christmas eve, so we can spend Christmas day with both our families. Well, apparently, that little sneak reads my blog and knew how much I wanted a certain pair of gray cardy Ugg boots.
My husband has got to be the best gift giver ever of all time and to infinity and beyond (name that movie). I never even told him about the Uggs but apparently he was texting my BFF and reading my blog and I didn't even know it. That sneaky sneak. He does too much and I tell him every year. After opening my boots, I had no idea there was anything else, until he brings out a box with a white North Face jacket in it. What the what?!
I know. I am now a walking cliché. The boots, the jacket and my black Coach handbag. The14 year old tomboy inside of me would be talking so much shit right now. Like I care.
My mom took one look at them on Christmas morning and told me how ugly they were and that the looked like something an old lady would knit. Whatevs, they are awesome sauce and kept my toes warm while frolicking in the Christmas
Speaking of Mom and Dad,
Say hi to my parents while ignoring the stoned look on my dad's face.
After being ridiculed for my awesome shoes, I got to making monkey bread for breakfast, (same as my girl Layla) while the rest of my family dug into their stockings. From there, things went pretty typical: we opened gifts, fought, screamed, laughed, hugged, muted commercials during Nightmare Before Christmas, and then we ate. As much as I complain about them, we had a rockin' ass Christmas time. I'm a lucky girl to have my family living so close to use.
Even my brother Chris admitted he had a good time. Normally his Facebook is all about how to survive a Zombie bite or how to win at World of Warcraft but on Christmas day, he couldn't deny the jolly holiday:
Isn't that presh? He loves Kevin.
After we had our early Christmas dinner, (1:00 because my brothers had to work) Kevin and I headed home to nap. What? You don't nap on Christmas? You should. It's fantastic. It's like waking up on Christmas morning all over again especially because we had to hit round two at the in-laws.
Kevin's family always draws names for Christmas because there are so many of us and it turns out my 12 year old niece had my name. Remember this post? Where I tell you I hate my forehead? I haven't heard the end of it. Seriously y'all, she gave me a Mr. Potato Head doll. I cracked up laughing. That little smart ass, I love her to pieces.
Stole this from her Facebook page.
Your famous now Brooke. Start asking for autographs.
And to end the randomness of this post, here's your obligatory dose of Bodie.
He's slightly embarrassed that his Santa suit was a smidge too tight this year.
No more turkey. For either of us. It's not just my Santa suit that's too tight. Sheesh.
Oh hey, look in the right hand corner. What's up Ugg boots. You look great.