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Ohhh, it's all party all the time here at Casa Steel. My inlaws took the kids overnight. I know, right?!! I nearly fell down in shock too. We haven't even attempted it since our anniversary back in August when Fitzy got too sick to leave. Between Fratboy and I, we can't actually benember when the last time is that we had any time off from the overwhelming joys of parenting.
So naturally the first thing we did was go get our Christmas shopping done. Don't look at me, man, that wasn't MY first choice of celebratory activities but somebody was out all night thanks to his Cop Christmas Soiree, which had very little Christmas or soiree involved. But possibly all the alcohol in Canada. He came home with an all new supply of wife beaters which was his 'gag' gift which really makes me wonder exactly what the shit he says about me around the station??! Which of course he won't cop to.
Ha.
You see what I did there??
Anyways.
Apparently if you're up all night drinking like a douchebag, boning your wife may not exactly be the first thing on your mind when you finally crawl out of bed. Not that I would know anything about drinking like a douchebag, let alone all night. So instead I made him go Christmas shopping. Because fucked if I'll suffer that indignity alone. 3 hours of People-filled germy hatred later we were done AND under budget.
Us.
UNDER budget.
That's almost as astonishing as being kid-free for the night.
So we decided to splurge a bit. Dinner? Movie? Sex toys? Booze? Hell, no. Party animals that we are, we ran straight to Home Depot for supplies to sand and varnish our bedroom floor. You know the one we moved out of a WEEK ago for that little 'quickie' renovation? Well, shit, if we've got a whole new closet with new closet doors and freshly painted walls and trim, why the hell move back in before we give the floor a little facelift too?
So between sanding, mopping and varnishing the floor and wrapping a stupid shitload of Christmas presents, there went the rest of our night. For extra fun, I totally yoinked my back.
On the plus side it's only NOVEMBER motherfuckers and I do NOT have to think about Christmas again until it's time to celebrate dammit. And my floor looks purdy. And Fratboy can't stop staring at my boobs since I took my bra off to rub in some A535 and I enjoy pain.
And I get to sleep in tomorrow morning for the first time in what feels like recorded fucking history.
Life. It doesn't totally suck.
Though if ANYONE tries to tell you I just jumped up and down naked on the mattress on our spare room floor (that's been acting as our bed all week) screaming "THERE ARE NO CHILDREN IN OUR HOUSE RIGHT NOW! WOO!! WHERE ARE NO CHILDREN IN OUR HOUSE RIGHT NOW!!!"...they're a damned, dirty liar.
Just saying'.
So naturally the first thing we did was go get our Christmas shopping done. Don't look at me, man, that wasn't MY first choice of celebratory activities but somebody was out all night thanks to his Cop Christmas Soiree, which had very little Christmas or soiree involved. But possibly all the alcohol in Canada. He came home with an all new supply of wife beaters which was his 'gag' gift which really makes me wonder exactly what the shit he says about me around the station??! Which of course he won't cop to.
Ha.
You see what I did there??
Anyways.
Apparently if you're up all night drinking like a douchebag, boning your wife may not exactly be the first thing on your mind when you finally crawl out of bed. Not that I would know anything about drinking like a douchebag, let alone all night. So instead I made him go Christmas shopping. Because fucked if I'll suffer that indignity alone. 3 hours of People-filled germy hatred later we were done AND under budget.
Us.
UNDER budget.
That's almost as astonishing as being kid-free for the night.
So we decided to splurge a bit. Dinner? Movie? Sex toys? Booze? Hell, no. Party animals that we are, we ran straight to Home Depot for supplies to sand and varnish our bedroom floor. You know the one we moved out of a WEEK ago for that little 'quickie' renovation? Well, shit, if we've got a whole new closet with new closet doors and freshly painted walls and trim, why the hell move back in before we give the floor a little facelift too?
So between sanding, mopping and varnishing the floor and wrapping a stupid shitload of Christmas presents, there went the rest of our night. For extra fun, I totally yoinked my back.
On the plus side it's only NOVEMBER motherfuckers and I do NOT have to think about Christmas again until it's time to celebrate dammit. And my floor looks purdy. And Fratboy can't stop staring at my boobs since I took my bra off to rub in some A535 and I enjoy pain.
And I get to sleep in tomorrow morning for the first time in what feels like recorded fucking history.
Life. It doesn't totally suck.
Though if ANYONE tries to tell you I just jumped up and down naked on the mattress on our spare room floor (that's been acting as our bed all week) screaming "THERE ARE NO CHILDREN IN OUR HOUSE RIGHT NOW! WOO!! WHERE ARE NO CHILDREN IN OUR HOUSE RIGHT NOW!!!"...they're a damned, dirty liar.
Just saying'.