The Holiday Aftermath

I have to say, I'm completely partied out. If I never see another cocktail meatball in my life, I'll be happy. And eggnog. For goodness sake, no more eggnog. I think I need detox. But Christmas only comes once a year and I absolutely love every minute of it...until the day after, then I start feeling the effects. It's like waking up in Vegas. But let's save that for another day, k?

I'm hoping you all had an amazing holiday with the people you love. For those of you who celebrate, I hope Santa was good to you. Between you and me, I'm extremely easy to please (no really), one of my favorite gifts was pink fuzzy slippers- I can't get enough of them. I want to sleep in them, they're that good. I also ended up with two more little blue boxes and as flattering as these gifts are- they're so not necessary to make me happy. Not all the time anyway. Kidding.

I know though, you're all wondering what Johnny did for me this Christmas. That should really be between him and I don't you think? But seriously, do we think he's a little blue box guy or a pink fuzzy slipper guy? Would it even matter? He could wrap up a Q-tip and you'd love it wouldn't you?

Gotta run...more later. Another party tonight, on a Monday night of all nights and I'm beat.

xoxo