It's a Festivus Miracle!

Drove my new best friend to the airport this morning...I love that I was out of bed at 5:10 AM, and back into it before 6. Having an airport (even if it's named after a conservative neo-capitalist with little understanding of economics) within a ten minute drive is such a bonus, especially because the FAA won't let them fly over our house! Convenient, AND quiet. Perfect.

Driving to the office started this last work-day off quite well, and the dunkin' donuts and coffee that were awaiting me upon my arrival pushed it up into "best-workday-ever"-land. Add to that I'm leaving around noon, and I think we have a winner.

It truly is a festivus miracle! You know, for the rest of us.

Weekend in the 'Burbs.

Nothing like renting a shiny new Chevy Impala (well, I didn't exactly get a choice, it was what they had) and heading off to the wilds of Northern Virginia to do some Christmas shopping. I remember why I hate Target on Sunday afternoons...and why I love IKEA. There was also quite a bit of home-improvement shopping, in order to have a freshly-painted, completely color-coordinated suite of rooms in which to display the Christmas tree and Festivus pole.

Add to the painting, grocery ordering, cleaning, tree-trimming, silver polishing, light stringing, and peppermint mocha sipping a hefty dollop of billable hours, and I think I'm going to need to sleep until I turn 29. Which, conveniently enough, is only 10 days after Christmas.