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Merry birthday.

So, it's Christmas morning. It's also my 31st birthday. There is still snow on the ground outside. Himself is at his mother's house (where I was meant to join him yesterday, and was thwarted by a stonking cold/flu) and Sister 3 is asleep upstairs. I woke up at 7:30 this morning, came downstairs intending to curl up on the sofa with festive telly and a coffee. Instead, I took out the trash, loaded the dishwasher, mopped the floor, spoke to Sister 2 (who apparently never sleeps) on the phone for a bit, and am now finally ensconced on said sofa with the aforementioned coffee and festive telly (Muppet's Christmas Carol, doesn't get any better than that). I'm still sick, but all told, it's not too shabby a way to spend Christmas.

When 3 wakes up, we plan to make sausage balls (which will necessitate the Great Sausage Massacre of 2010) and open our presents to each other. We're going to cook a ham for later, most likely accompanied by mashed potatoes and brown sugar carrots, and we'll be making a carrot cake and oatmeal raisin cookies. Our family's festive activities pretty much revolve around food, from Thanksgiving to Christmas, Easter to the 4th of July, so we'll be spending a significant amount of time in the kitchen today.

So, I'm going to go about my day. I look forward to the traditional "Merry Christmas" texts/emails/calls/facebook posts. ; ) Love the lot of you, have a great Christmas. xxx

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  1. Christina25 December 2010 at 13:26

    I"m totally making ham, mashed potatoes, and brown sugar carrots today too... For reals.

    I hope you get to feeling better sweety, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

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