Last night, Martin took Mia and me to The Eagle's Nest for our annual family holiday dinner, which due to finances, we've skipped for a few years.
It was nice. I had the prime rib, which was pretty much a side of beef and yummy. Mia helped me with it. Martin had bleu cheese stuffed filet mignon. The view was lovely.
I've been sick this week. I'm better now, but really, I've been sick twice since we've moved to Indy. Is it all the churchiness in the air or what?
I owe the library over twenty dollars in overdue fees because my husband didn't return a Mozart CD. I don't even like classical music that much and I'm sure I never listened to this, but I'm pretty sure there is a wanted sign at the library that says to shoot me on sight.
We got my in-laws the coolest Christmas present. It's 7.5 inch digital photo frame that we loaded about 200 pictures on. Best of all, we can just add a memory card with more pictures. I know they're going to be so tickled.
Mia lost her first tooth. I can't decide who was more excited, Mia or Daddy. Martin actually went to three different gas station/convenience stores to find a gold dollar for her. He forgot to pick up my prescription, but he toured the Circle K and Seven Eleven to find a gold dollar for the tooth fairy.
Courtesy of my friend Marla, I read Survivor, by Chuck Palahniuk. It's the most effed up, crazy book I've ever read and it's bloody brilliant.
What's up with you?