Christmas Wrap Up

If you could see my face right now, I look like something that got caught in a drain.

I'm mentally and physically exhausted.

Christmas was a beautiful disaster. It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.

I never thought I would say this, but I'm so glad it's over.

Christmas Eve we went to Sissy's house. It was beautiful. Sissy and I made a million sugar cookies. Here's a sample of our hard work.

Yum.

Side note: Gingerbread men are nearly impossible to bake and not make them look obese. Oh well. Chubby gingerbread men it was.

I proceeded to drink an entire bottle of wine Christmas Eve. I was feeling no pain.

Pre-wine. Naturally.

Honestly, we ended up having a really good time. Sissy and her amazing hus. did such a good job. I'm so thankful to the both of them. Their house looked great. Lots of food, lots of family and friends. It was a great night. Sissy wore a green dress, and I wore a red dress. We looked like Christmas ornaments.

I passed out early, so I don't have much more to report on Christmas Eve.

Christmas morning, DF made me an english muffin sandwich (yum-o) and we went in to do stockings and presents. 

Our stockings this year came from Pottery Barn. DF ordered mine first, and I thought it was so darling, I trucked my butt to a PB store to get his. I got home to discover that his stocking was about 8 inches longer than mine! I freaked out and called PB. They said those items have a big size discrepancy to add to the "charm" of the stockings. Uh, all it meant to me was he got 8 inches more presents than I did. Have a look:

Really PB? Really? 

Mine is clearly the one with the pink bow.

Stockings were awesome. Mine had a new toothbrush and toothpaste in it, which I will admit was a major highlight. I'm a nerd.

The tree was beautiful Christmas morning.

Gorgeous.

DF wanted a blow up alligator for the pool so badly. I told him I couldn't find one in stores, or online at all. Naturally, I already had one, so when he opened it, I snapped this pic:

In love with this face.

He couldn't wait to blow it up. I found him outside a half hour later nearly done.

Alligator sighting.

I got this super cute art from DF. He's such a keeper. (Pardon my makeup-less face.) 

Awe.

Christmas dinner, momma bear made delicious prime rib and it was totally low key. Thank god. 

The highlight of Christmas was getting into bed with DF and being silly. We were so overtired, but in the best mood. I was going to blog, but DF came and jumped into bed with me. We grabbed the computer and took about 200 funny photos in iPhotoBooth. 

I couldn't resist putting a few up here...

Love my glasses!

Underwater!

Mario!

Headaches!

The next few are ridiculous, and totally staged. I just think our "fight faces" are hysterical. 

God Rae...you're so annoying.

Hey! I am not!

I AM NOT!

JERK! 

SHUT UP! 

Stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about!

Marriage.

Oh stop! Love you.

Whatever, you put a ring on it! 

In the end, I'm so glad DF makes me laugh. If you can laugh and be silly together, even when things are so stressful you think you're going to break, you will make it. 

Only 363 days until next Christmas. Hooray! 

Rough Night

Well, since this blog is about my life, I figured I should write about my real life.

Not a fun night. We both are very tired and still cranky this morning. Last night after a 45 minute drive, I was placed in a classic no-win situation. Sissy vs. DF. A classic match up of two titans.

In this corner, a spark plug of a girl, whose bark is bigger than her bite. Sassy Sissy the Aries.

And in this corner, a trained killer, he who is usually right, DF the Dynamic Darling.

It was just a mess.

The reason for this story is simple: when DF and I got into the car to drive the 45 minutes home from said debacle something awesome happened. Communication.

Now we've all been in relationships where things go left unsaid and hurt and resentment begin to accumulate. I'm not in one of those relationships. DF is so articulate and well spoken. He is respectful to my perspective and can admit when he's wrong (he just usually isn't wrong. Pisses me off!) and he will say he's sorry when it is warranted. He made sure I will be ok and that whatever needed to be remedied would be. He said he will always take care of me no matter what. Hearing those words out loud and consistently knowing he is on my side makes me lucky. Lucky and so very happy.

We are going to venture out into the world but we are both very sleepy people today. If we make it to Dunkin' Donuts and to the jeweler to check the prongs on my ring, life will be good.

DF puts a smile on my face no matter what. It's all about being happy. And with him, I am.

I'm trying.