Festivus is coming...

My house is a mess... my hair is in a pony tail... I'm looking pretty scrubby.

That's okay... because I'm OFFICIALLY on vacation as of right now... I'm heading off to my weekly stress-relieving Dr appt in a bit... and then off to Jackson ONLY private member's only spa.  Otherwise known as... my parent's GIANT bathroom (I swear I'd post a picture but my mother would be appalled to have her bathroom online). 

I'm going to take another one of my BIG, LONG, UNINTERRUPTED bubble baths... I don't care if you call... I'm  not answering. 

All of this is in preparation for... no not Christmas... but FESTIVUS.  I'm off for a few hours of silent contemplation in prepartion for tomorrow night's airing of grievances. 

Now, it may seem a little silly to you that a nice girl like me would be getting into Festivus... but we've had a LOT of crummy moods swimming around this house (along with the mess).  I thought it might be a good idea to get out all the grumpies... no gifts, nothing special, just an airing of grievances, a crappy store bought cake (though this girl LOVES the Pepperidge Farm chocolate layer cake), and I am looking forward to wrestling my husband.

Okay, so that probably sounds inappropriate, but those who were around 19 years ago know that Steve and I did not start this relationship on a normal path.  Nope, I don't do anything normal anyway... we started with this silly, childish, kick, slapping, knocking over (a bit like puppies playing) path... how we ever ended up in a real relationship is quite unfathomable to me.  In some ways, wrestling him is like reliving my youth or our youth I should say. And I'm damn confident that I will pin his sorry ass to the floor and bring Festivus to an end.  Sorry big guy, but you know I fight dirty. 

Anyway... tomorrow is going to totally be uneventful... we're cleaning the house... we're putting up the Festivus pole. [Note: Steve found an old, black, bent-up ALUMINUM broom handle in the garage... instant Festivus Pole]  I don't want to give too much away... but just so we're clear... nobody's invited... well okay, I did just invite my sister-in-law via text.  You can see how important this is to me... I don't give a shit and that my friends is what Festivus is really about.

So if you've had it and are dreading Friday and Saturday (which by the way I'm not, I just don't want to carry over all the crappy attitudes into CHRISTmas and the New Year)... I invite you to join me with your OWN Festivus celebration.  Let me know how it goes... I promise to blog how mine it goes.