The Thursday before Christmas was a lot of fun. After work, BJ, his mom and I wandered around downtown and went Christmas shopping for ourselves. This is a tradition that BJ and his mom started before I was in the picture. A tradition that I happened to really enjoy. I got hubby two new pairs of shoes and hubby got me a pair of emerald drop earrings (they're fabulous, by the way).

BJ's mom then treated us to a night at a swanky hotel downtown, and we treated her to dinner at a swanky restaurant. The food, the wine and the conversation was great. After dinner, we decided that we'd continue spending time together back at the hotel after getting comfie in jammies and robes that were provided by the hotel.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw hubby in his white robe and black socks. I teased him mercilessly, as I am prone to do. I tell him he looks like a little old man every time he wears black socks with anything other than pants.

Case in Point:

Then came the knock on the door. It was mom.

As soon as she walked in the door, I was on the floor laughing. They both just looked at each other like, "what?" I'm sure that Mom was wondering what her son's wife thought was so darned funny. I'm sure she wonders that a lot.

Check out the feet....

I just wanted to take a moment and wish all my blogging friends a safe and happy holiday. I'll be busy preparing for, then entertaining family through tomorrow afternoon.

I have some great stuff to blog about, just no time to do it!

I hope you have a wonderful holiday with at least one person that you love.

~Hugs~

RisibleGirl

Lifted from House of Snark

People who know me will SO find a particular part of this funny....

You Were Nice This Year!

You're an uber-perfect person who is on the top of Santa's list. You probably didn't even *think* any naughty thoughts this year. Unless you're a Mormon, you've probably been a little too good. Is that extra candy cane worth being a sweetheart for 365 days straight?

I am a people watcher by nature, and so while waiting for my train to depart I tend to watch all the people as they get on and take their seats. Not in the lurking stalking kind of way, mind you. Really, I'm quite stealth about the whole thing.

I saw one gal get on last night that looked like death. Her hair looked as though she'd been sweating all day and her face was really pale in some parts, and really red in other parts. Clearly, the woman was sick and I was happy to see her go up to the next level to find a seat.

From that point on, I could hear her hacking all the way from the next level. It was a nasty cough too... the kind that makes me visualize all of the cough particles floating around in slow motion right into my lungs. For the hour trip home, I was imagining what all of the passengers around her were thinking. It would be impossible for them to find a different seat, really. The train is always packed to capacity. But in my head, there were several empty seats and rows around her. A big germ bubble, so to speak.

As we got off the train, I wanted to say, "Lady- go home and get some rest." "Oh, and stay off of public transportation with those germs of yours."

Yuck.

BJ and I were driving around last Sunday and I noticed a cow with horns AND udders. I thought surely this was a freak of nature, or perhaps a hermaphrodite. I mean, everyone knows girl cows don't have horns, right? So I queried hubby about it.

BJ, coming from a family tree of Oklahoma cow ranchers, looked at me in udder (get it? huh? do ya? huh?) disbelief and then informed me that I was indeed wrong.

Whaaaaat??? I'm 44 years old and just NOW discovering this? What else is there that I don't know?

Shuddering...