Presents for me

Holiday weekend + Sims 2 + DVD "shout out the name of the movie" game (which I rocked, by the way) + Monday morning at work = sleepy, unmotivated, slowly-coming-off-her-sugar-high girl.

The best thing about today is that no one is going to play that stupid Waitresses song on the radio anymore. The worst thing is that I have to go back to work which means decidedly less time to boss my Sims around. And about that... Phillip bought me the original Sims game a few years ago. I scoffed, I snorted, I rolled my eyes, but then I tried it and not only do you get to play GOD in that game, you get to live out all of your innermost interior decorating fantasies. It's AWESOME. And the Sims 2? MORE awesome. (Although one of my Sims was left at the altar the very first minute I played. I kind of suck.)

My old Sims game only held my attention for a month or two, but Phillip figures that's more than enough time to for him to finish his Lord of the Rings extended edition marathon (aren't these movies already "extended"?) and finally watch Hero. (Which I totally star in, by the way. Am I gorgeous or what?)

Other gifts of note:

1. Sheets! When I called home and told my sister that I got sheets AND I was excited about it, I heard her say to our mom, "Please shoot me if I ever get excited about sheets." And Becca? YOU WILL TOTALLY EAT YOUR WORDS.

2. An ice cream maker! That doesn't use ice! AMAZING!

3. Pretty shiny pearl earrings that hopefully cost a lot more than the 30 kwai pearl earrings I bought in China, the pearls of which unattached themselves from the studs as soon as I got home. Stupid Friendship Store.

4. Towels! See #1.

5. Adorable powder blue jacket. Too bad I hate skiing because I could be SUCH the snowbunny.

6. Furry feathery slip-on coasters for my pretty sparkly wine glasses. I did not know such things existed! How in the world did I throw cocktail parties before owning such glorious accessories? Sadly, the internet is lacking a proper photo of this fabulous invention. Stay tuned.

7. And a big mirror to hang above my dresser, something I've been wanting FOREVER, and for which Phillip asked to borrow his dad's drill before we left their house on Christmas Day. Hours before I opened it. Hours before he opened his brand new super-manly drill. I am the Best Wife Ever.

So Christmas? Successful. Also- instead of a sermon at Christmas morning Mass, we were treated to a nativity pageant put on by developmentally-disabled teenagers and adults. They were a motley group, quite into their roles and thrilled to be performing. Afterwards, the director called up each actor by name to the front of the church. They got up quietly and stood beaming on the altar steps, except for one woman who, when her name was called, shrieked, "THAT'S ME!" We chuckled politely to ourselves, but it made me think a little bit about The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. Unto ME a child is born.