“Does this mean I’m your bitch?
I’ve wanted to be your bitch
from the first day I met you.”
- “In Her Shoes”

I think the best way to sum up my Thanksgiving weekend is the phrase that I found myself repeating for the better part of the holiday: “I know that not everyone is as into Christmas as I am.”  This weekend, I truly missed my roommate, who has my frenzied love of the holiday.  I missed someone being as excited as I am about Christmas.  I missed someone having my same unending energy when it comes to all things Christmas.  I missed someone joining me as we put aside our own exhaustion to adhere to traditions.  I missed that.  A lot.

Come to find out, she was feeling the same way.  We’re just surrounded by people who don’t have that same Christmas gusto that we do.  And had I thought about it, I’d have called her, had her pick up some rum to go with my eggnog or some brandy to go with my cider, and we’d have done it together.  Obviously, that’s the way it was supposed to happen.

Lesson learned.

The best part of my weekend was last night, when Bryan went off to some business dinner and I got to have the house to myself.  It was soooo wonderful.  The Christmas tree was lit, and I had cider, Taco Bell, and a chick flick.  I watched “In Her Shoes”, which I loved.. in spite of myself.  I don’t think I would’ve enjoyed at any other point in my life, but the timing was right, and I loved it.  I bawled.  It’s a great sister movie.  Especially if you’re a redheaded big sister with a gorgeous blonde little sister.

Then I took the dogs on a run.  It was a perfect evening.

Now, after a week off, we’re back to reality.  Hooray.