Christmas Eve

Holy guacamole.  Christmas Eve.  Is here.  Today.

Unbelievable.

We’re just lazing around this morning, in no rush to do much of anything. 

It’s been a busy week, so lazing is a welcomed change.  B totaled his truck at the tail end of November, so we spent a large portion of the week car swindling shopping.

 

There’s no better way to put this: car shopping SUCKS.  It does.  Plain and simple. You just walk around the lot feeling like you’re getting ready to get taken advantage of.  Seriously, at one of the dealerships we went to, it was as if vultures were getting ready to attack.  While we were cruising the lot, FOUR (4!!!!) salesharks magically appeared.  We didn’t buy from them.  Or the guy that let me test drive a vehicle and then told me he wouldn’t be able to work within the price range I’d given him before the test drive so as not to waste his time or mine.  Grrrrrr.  So stinkin’ frustrating.

Anyway, long story short(er) – we finally bought a vehicle that has four doors and the ability to fit 2 carseats.  {Nope, NOT preggo!  Just thinking in terms of the future!}  B and I had some “conversations” that helped us arrive at the decision to NOT purchase another 2-door truck.  (i.e. Momma said, “I ain’t puttin’ Becks in the front seat of a truck EVER AGAIN.  Uh uh, no way!”). 

Completely changing topic, this week was the First Annual K Girls Christmas Cookie Decorating Extravaganza, wherein we baked, decorated, sprinkled, iced, and discussed inappropriately-shaped cookies for hours.  Super fun!

 

There were SO MANY goodies! 

Then, of course, I had to take a picture of the bakers, which my sisters insisted on making extremely awkward.  {Though, Chels is 3.5 months pregnant and Aubs just had her tonsils taken out, so they both have genuine excuses for not feeling up to snuff to pose for an Abbaratzi picture.}

Yesterday, I turned 29.  TWENTY-NINE.  The last birthday I will ever celebrate.  Not have, but celebrate.  I will henceforth be 29.  Forever. 

Before B and I went out, I attempted some terribly awful pictures.  No one seems to want to cooperate when I want to photograph them.  It’s very frustrating, especially when you’re the Birthday Girl.  The Birthday Girl whose birthday is completely overshadowed by Christmas.  Just sayin’.

Fortunately, B was more cooperative for the waiter at dinner.  Much better.

Afterwards, we came home to this:

B did that!  All by himself!  So impressive.  And delicious, too!

And back to this morning.  Christmas Eve.  When I feel like I just posted about last Christmas Eve not too long ago.  Where, oh where has the year gone?

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Merry Christmas Eve to you and yours’!!!!!!!