As I sit here listening to my Ipod (set to shuffle), I get to relax for the first time in 2 weeks. The Alabamians have ended their conquering of my apartment, heading home this morning after being in Atlanta since Christmas Eve. Scott never looked as happy as when he was sitting at our kitchen table surrounded by his loud relatives. It was only a few days, but it felt like the Inquisition! His mother constantly made not-so-subtle remarks about my naked ring finger, and his brother hit on me… literally, we wrestled in the living room over the aspects of some novel. I won, of course.

Skinny Me was there. EEK! It was disastorous at first. I should’ve been wearing a black and white shirt I refereed so many arguments, but I don’t look good in stripes. lol

So, Christmas this year was a very toned event for me, gift-wise. I got Skippy this black tie with red reindeer on it- very sophisticated looking, a new pair of brown shoes from Bass, (He’s hard to buy for- Bigfoot) and a couple of new shirts and stuff. I can’t buy him other stuff because he’s got everything he wants, and buying him things like a neck massager or whatever would just be lame.

He got me a red cashmere sweater to replace the one I can’t find, a knock-off Gucci bag (*inward scream* It looks so real and is soooo pretty) some books by Harmon Leon (Google him- he is hilarious), and a pair of dangly diamond earrings and matching necklace. It makes me feel bad that he got me more than I got him, but I got over it real quick like.

We went down to Savannah last weekend for my mother’s annual Christmas party. I got drunk off my face and had loads of fun- I guess… teehee. All I remember is waking up next to Scott in my Birthday suit… in my old bedroom. Awkwardest breakfast EVER. When I asked Scott if I did anything embarassing, he only shrugged and said, “Not really. Only if you count falling on your ass in the front yard, almost flashing the entire neighborhood.”

Note to self: Never go to Savannah again and never wear short dresses again. But it was this cute little red, satin number that I wore with some t-straps.

Next post I will tell you about my *sigh* 30th Birthday… I”M OLD!!! When did this happen and how!!