So December has been quiet. Ooooh, quiet.

It’s good quiet, though. I’m getting more work done (hopefully begin editing chapter 13 when I’m done with this) and being over-all happy. You can egg my car, but you can’t egg my dignity. Well, maybe if you threw them really, really hard.

Allie has started her winter break, and for some reason, it feels like I’m on vacation, not just here. Granted, it’s just my normal weekend, but something about it feels different. Maybe it’s just the schedule change, who knows. Yesterday I was at her mom’s house doing laundry, which really was an all day event. Finally, I can stop sleeping in my own genetic filth. While there I watched “Mean Girls” and the new “Peter Pan” movie. Both were quite good. For some reason, I was overly skeptical about the Peter Pan movie, but it seemed to me to be a remarkably close adaptation of the original work. Of course, I’ve never really read the original work. And for those keeping score at home, I did get weepy when they all began to chant “I do believe in fairies.” Sue me, I’m a pansy. PP has also become Allie’s favorite movie, which is cute. She used to watch movies all the time, but now I think she does to a much lesser extent. Yesterday also marked the first time, that I’ve ever been aware of, that she was left home by herself, as Melissia left her there when she came to get me and my laundry. I had a “Awwww, our little firl is growing up moment.” Very cute.

I also bought my Christmas tree yesterday. Well, Christmas shrub is a little more like it. We drove out to the Christmas tree place by Young’s, but it was closed, so we ended up going to Wal-Mart. *shudder* We couldn’t find any trees and my patience was waning quickly, but there were these little, two feet tall Euro Christmas ferns, or whatever the hell they are. The point is that it’s small and alive, two things absolutely necessary. My posse doesn’t truck with fake trees. Ew.

So Stanley the Christmas Shrub is up, my lights are on it, and Allie and I decorated the rest of it today. It’ll be nice because it comes in its own little pot, so it will live far beyond Christmas, perhaps even to next year. If I don’t somehow kill it with my dark, withered heart. Also on the tree is Carlos the Christmas Monkey, because really, how is it Christmas without a monkey? That’s right, it’s not. I also bought for the top of the tree a Santa hat, because hey, a tree needs a hat like everyone else.

I will have pictures, I suppose, once I get batteries for my camera. So I can spread the joy of Stanley.

So my Christmas is looking a-okay. Granted, I don’t get to see my family, but I get to spend Christmas morning with Allie, and we can open our presents and be all sweet, and then I can sit back and watch the Heat deliver a Christmas beating on the Lakers. Mmmm, Christmas basketball. That’s good soup.

Speaking of, the Venture Brothers Christmas special was nice. Very, very funny.

Yes, most of my Christmas shopping is done and most things are in the mail. Some of you, perhaps, won’t get things until after the holiday, but that’s why it’s the Holiday *season* right? It’s a whole season. I am, of course open to getting presents as well.

Because it’s the season for being a greedy bastard, too, apparently.

Seasonable, unreasonable and de-monter-able, I remain…