It's been a hectic year for the Stunt Zombie household. Back in October, I officially upgraded from bachelor status, to full-fledged husband. Then, just a few weeks later, we embarked on a journey a quarter of the way around the world for our honeymoon. When we got back, I realized it's hard to go anywhere for a couple of weeks and not have it feel weird when you get back home. Try it sometime, and then tell me you don't feel like you're living in someone else's house when you get back.
Add in Chelsea's musical performances, and the numerous Christmas parties we've gone to over the past few weeks, and we're both kinda glad to have a day to be lazy with each other. We've got a turkey in the oven, no obligations, and no place to be. So, we decided to have a cocktail party for just the two of us.
Our gift from my mom this year was a gift pack containing enough sausages and cheeses to last until the reconstruction of society after a nuclear winter. Along with leftover cookies, and some zucchini biscuits Chelsea made yesterday, and we have a nice little spread. At least it will be enough to hold us over until dinner, at which point we'll likely eat a piece of turkey then pass out from indulgence.
Speaking of passing out, it's become something a yearly tradition (or is it challenge?) for Chelsea to get me schnockered and in bed, so "Santa" can visit us and place my packages under the tree. This year's cocktail is a mashup of Cranberry Sierra Mist, lemon juice, and some random mixture of alcohol. It's strong, yet tasty, and I can already feel it taking effect. I'm truly surprised I'm still able to type coherent sentences at this point. One more, and Santa and his reindeer could fall through the roof without waking me up.
I'm not sure how many of you will be reading this, since I imagine you're all busy with your own families and festivities. Still, I want to wish you all a merry whatever you celebrate, and a happy new year. I'll see you again soon!