The Holiday Begins...

I am pleasantly surprised to find myself blogging again because I slept for 3/4 of our road trip today, celebrated evening coffee shopping with my brother and had a cup of tea with the ladies tonight. Caffeine might just be the devil, but I am overlooking it in this instance because of this seemingly rare (as of the last 3 years) surge of creativity flooding my system.

There are so many reasons why I know that this is already going to be the best holiday ever... and well. Here's a list:

* There is snow everywhere. Your warm, smoky breath sparkles in the cold air against the Christmas lights. Santa even drove by earlier on a fire truck. It's fucking Christmas... and you can tell.

* At the rest stop today, I found Haribo Raspberries. I ate them all before we got out of New York.

* The Christmas tree looks like it belongs in a magazine.


* There are a pair of four month old puppies asleep at my feet.

* My cousins have all the premium channels. And On Demand. After everyone else crashed, I watched The Holiday and cried 3 times. In a good way.

* Earlier today, I wrapped a box of pasta with duct tape.


* I am about to go fall asleep reading Harry Potter... and not have an alarm set.

* The fact that this post reeks of cheesy, holiday spirit makes me swell with pride instead of feel guilty about not being 'edgy' enough. I am so freaking excited that this Christmas is mine... and I'm spending it exactly the way I want to.