With all the wedding madness, this Christmas just didn't feel much like Christmas. I barely managed to get presents for the sisters and the boy, and there are people who are just going to get rain checks since even the bakery is being commandeered for baking wedding desserts.
Fortunately, most everyone's been understanding about it (or at the very least not yelling at me for it). Got some spiffy things from my sisters, the boy and his fam. Sisters got me a snazzy adjustable measuring spoon (it's solid feeling stainless, with a rubber slider that stops on the 1/2, 1/4, etc tsp and tbsp quantities), some nice Japanese Cherry Blossom shower gel from Bath and Body, and a faux corset
black and white top. Of course, now I have to figure out something to wear it with... The boy got me Backup, the Thomas novella, which I finished in about 30 minutes loved to pieces. Thomas continues to be one of my favorite characters. Boy-fam gave me loads of stuff, including a lovely little sandalwood fan his sister brought back from India, kitchen supplies from our wedding registry (I love kitchen supplies, have we figured this out yet?), and clothes from Victoria's Secret.
Can I just be a little awkward about being given actual clothing from Victoria's Secret by the future mother- and sister- in-law? At least it was just cute silky PJ type things and the World's Softest Sweatshirt and not fancy frilly negligees, I suppose.
The house is FULL of food. Chocolates, cookies, breads. If it's got sugar in it, there's probably some of it in the house. I had a dark chocolate almond cluster for breakfast, because that at least has some protein in it... >_>
85% of wedding stuff bought and taken care of. All that's left is some tulle for the candelabras, the flowers stuff, and to actually make the wedding favours (boxes filled with pomegranate chocolates). And with a week to go. At least we are skipping town this weekend to go see some old friends. It'll be good to physically get away from the wedding stuff for a while.
House cathetered himself. Man's insane.
Note to self: Make New Year's icon.