Monday, Really?

It's Monday again.

Wow, did I ever have a great Christmas celebration with the family. That family I bought on EBay was awesome! No really, they were AWESOME.  OK they were my regular family and awesome.

It began on Christmas Eve at my folks. Food and laughter.  Gifts. Christmas Day we were at my house with the folks, the sister, my daughter and we added my son and his family. The only one missing was my brother and his family. (If he’s watching this network, we missed him.)

We added to our Christmas celebration this year! Not a new recipe. Not a new ornament. Nope. We added my brand spanking new-nearly four-month-old grandson. He is so cute. He laughed and talked a lot of baby jabber. I’m not sure what he said, but I think it was something like, “Grandma, I don't know you very well, yet, but you seem amazing and quite young looking.”  That's what I think he said.

I want you to know, I failed a test on Christmas day. I put my seven-year-old granddaughter (clad in velvet) right next to me at the dinner table. Why? Because someone needs to keep an eye on me, that’s why. At one point, she says to me, “Whose birthday is it today?” I said (only because I had been cooking for HOURS and was under a lot of stress), “Nobody.” But then caught myself and said, Jesus. In my defense, when we are at my house for dinners it is usually because it’s someone’s birthday. That's my defense.

I knew the answer. But, she was not pleased.

Later, she said very seriously (and warning me in advance), “I’m going to ask you again, whose birthday is it?”

Finally, I passed the test, thank you very much.

My oldest grandsons came in with their new remote control cars and they were off and racing the entire time, only taking moments to eat a bit and open other presents. I did get hugs. Where do kids get their energy, cuz I want a cup full please?

Something happened that disturbed me and made my family (I believe) question again if I should be considered an adult and be living outside their supervision. My D-I-L opened the baby's gifts. One of his gifts from me was the cutest sleeper thingy. It had puppy heads, with ears that flopped, on the feet. She read on the tag to look on the back for more puppiness. Instead, when she flipped the sleeper over she found...stuck to the butt area...MY missing tape dispenser.

I looked for that dispenser for DAYS and couldn't find it. When my oldest grandson last week needed tape for something, I told him I must have used it all because I couldn't find it anywhere. 

Hmm, I had wrapped it in the baby's gift. How did I tape THAT gift, you might ask?

I'm talented. More so than anyone can imagine. And who's to say that I didn't intend to give the baby...tape.  Maybe I shouldn't be judged. Maybe.

Good news! I only hurt myself twice, once when I burned my hand in the oven (typical) and once when I was pulling one of my wing back chairs across the floor.  I ran over my little toe. The pain caused me to drop my head (face down) fast and hard on the back of the chair hitting the bridge of my nose.

It was a Three Stooge's moment with only one stooge.

My table is now empty. My house is a little too quiet. The million and one dishes that we used are washed.  I had a great time.

I can hear a brand New Year galloping toward me. I hope it's sturdy and pretty and tame. I will name it 2011, if all will agree.

Is anyone else (out there) a comedy act or is it just me? I want details.