Greetings KuKd Strong Mommas and Inquisitive Guests!
Christmas for me wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Just lots of family time in Phoenix, walking around outside in the sun with arms and legs exposed, in hopes of sucking up some much-needed, Vitamin-D-pushing, cancer-preventing rays of sun. What was out of the ordinary - (or I should say, IS ordinary) - is that I was in a state of kidlessness.
Which makes this the perfect time to boast:
Chicklet, Pamela, and Michelle, and Shaz: as a non-tagging type, I tag you to do the same.
Let me start with one of the holiday highlights, certainly not something I could have done with a screaming toddler running around picking up random objects off the floor and eating them:
The rules were simple: two people played five frames, the loser of each frame having to drink a specified number of LARGE mouthfuls of beer. And not just any old beer, but 7.5% alcohol beer from a "Winter Brew Selection" that someone got us for Christmas (those Europeans know how to make beer, let me tell you!). I won't go into the mathematical formula for determining how many swigs of beer the loser had to chug - it's complicated and involves way too much algebra for my pre-coffee morning brain. But suffice it to say it was enough for me to get over-excited when I beat K's brother B, and over-disappointed when I subsequently lost to both of them.
Tebow the Baby Substitute got into the holiday spirit too:
And of course, there was further, very unmotherly booze consumption under the twinkly lights:
And, rewinding back to before we left for Arizona, the All-Girls Wine & Cookie Festival. If you've never done it, you totally should. There's nothing like the conversation that emerges when you get a group of estrogen factories together with lots of wine, sugar cookies and frosting. If you look closely enough, you'll find the one I made for ma' man.