Guys, for some reason I've been super stoked about the holidays this year.
Maybe it's because Kiedis has been INSISTENT on watching the cartoon version of The Grinch every day, at least three times a day, since September. Or maybe it's because I bought an ADORABLE holiday dress for Tova off of a friend and I can't wait to see her wear it.
Or maybe it's because I just effing love sparkly shit and want to bathe my whole house in it, WHATEVER THE REASON, I'm down for Christmukkah this year in a way I haven't been in a very long time.
We have this standing agreement in our house, however, that I can't decorate until after Kyle's birthday, which is at least the week of, if not the day of, Thanksgiving. Dude already has to share his day with turkeys and footballs and he doesn't want to have to share it with snowmen and Christmas trees, too.
I AM CHOMPING AT THE BIT. And have been since mid-October, but Halloween is my favorite holiday so I couldn't stomach even breathing word of Christmukkah until after that.
The lead up to the election had me in such a high-anxious state that Monday night I found myself unable to sleep at all. Full blown insomnia. Naturally, when I can't sleep, I start hunting down things online to see if I can find them. It's mostly stuff like pieces of my discontinued china/glassware/silverware, but sometimes it's pie-in-the-sky stuff that I know I'll never have, but so desperately hope will magically appear at some point.
YOU GUYS, THE MOTHER EFFING HOLY GRAIL HAS APPEARED.
I legit cried when I saw it (well, the price and the fact that it's a legitimately new item from the brand and not some used one with a European socket from some rando online for double/triple/quadruple what it ever cost in store) and even woke Kyle up at 3:30 AM to show him through my sobs.
He was less than impressed. Not upset, but pretty much I was this side of getting a pat on the head from him as he turned over and went back to sleep.
I've been toying with the idea of looking at bread makers and crock pots (I know, I know, these are things everyone but me owns) to help with our current eating rut, but this, this magnificent piece of machinery takes the cake. (I will totally take recommendations on those things, though, as well as food processors/blenders because ours is on it's last leg, making it the third blender we've been through in our relationship.)
I have been hunting this beast down FOR YEARS. It belongs in my kitchen. IT BELONGS WITH ME IN MY SOUL.
So this is my formal request of the universe this holiday season: forget all the other things I fleetingly whispered into the wind my desires for. PLEASE SANTA, BRING ME THIS STAND MIXER and we'll be good for a couple of years.
Now that that's out of the way, brace yourselves. The holidays, they be upon L'Casa, whether we're ready or not.