Sugar cookies are to Christmas. :)

I never blog anymore. John and I have been SO busy! I feel so stretched thin sometimes (if only I looked it, HAH!). Honestly, I'm so glad Christmas is here. This has been a year of much testing and it's ending on a wonderful, mostly happy note! I feel like I've been through the meat grinder and back emotionally this year.

We've got oodles of cookies and candy at work today and a party tonight at a restaurant nearby. I got a sweet bonus AND a Yankee Candle from my boss, so I'm happy . The party should be a good time, as usual. My brother will be there this year! He's been working with me for about a month now. I'm hoping it's open bar, but not for my sake. I won't drink anything, but I know John and my brother will. Also, at 2:00 today we have our big "lottery swap". Everyone that signed up brought in a $5 scratch ticket and we will draw names for picking order and then everyone scratches (the cards) and if you win, you win. Woulda been nice to split the winnings, but whatevs. Wish me luck!

ALMOST done with Christmas shopping... but we will be braving the crowds tomorrow to get the last few odds and ends. Then the crazy schedule begins. Saturday night is John's parents' (groan), Sunday maybe John's bro? We need to talk to them and figure out what's up. Monday is my Mum's, then my aunt's. Then Tuesday is going to be my dad's, John's sister's and then my other aunt's. AAAHHH! I guess we will rizlax on Wednesday and finally play some Xbox 360 (which we are getting from my Mum!!)

Okay, back to work, I guess.

Scrabble

John and I just got done playing Scrabble. I said I was going to beat him, but sadly, I did not. Here is the fruit of our game:

I'm trying to decide if I want a rematch. I'm feeling uncomfortable with "snawing", which John used but later confessed that it was Scottish slang for snowing. Hmm. This is what you get when you Scrabble with a Magario. Wordy punks.


****UPDATED 2 hours later**** (now listening to: Cradle of Filth)

I challenged John to a rematch and lo, he beat me again. He is a wife beater, spread the word.

but you can't say I didn't hold my own...


It makes it even worse to know that John started with no vowels:


...then had NO consonants


...and at some point had FOUR A's in his tray.


I guess I am the inferior Magario.