Thursday, December 27, 2007

Jabba the Hutt (a.k.a....Mamma the Gutt)

Yeah. That's pretty much what the scene on my couch has been since 8:00 on the morning of the 25th. Carnage (a.k.a., unwrapping gifts). Cookies. Cocoa. Rum balls. Phone calls. Ham. More cookies. Tea. Oblivion.
12/26: Baked oatmeal. Coffee. Cookies. Ham sammiches. Real (not diet) Coke. Rum balls. Movies. Tea. Laptop.
I. Am. A. Big. Fat. Slug.
Lord have mercy on my gluttonous soul and the glutenous mess I've made of Your temple these past few days...but thanks for a blessed Christmas and the most important gift of all (scroll down for that one!), whose first three fangs arrived with little fuss or ceremony this week!


DigiHairshirt said...


I know how you feel. Thankfully, this morning I slobbered down the remaining English Trifle left over from Christmas for BREAKFAST, for Pete's sake! After I sit at the table and debate: "Get up and exercise? Sit here and do another Sudoku? Get up and exercise? Sit here and do another Sudoku? Get up and exercise? Sit here . . ."

Remarkably, this morning the exercise won out and I am basking in the glow of endorphins, but the point is the same - Christmas week does turn you into a big.fat.slug.

Mmmmmmm . . . ham sammiches. Is there any cheese log left?

KitBrookside said...

Good morning Digi!

Oh heck no, all cheeses have been scarfed down, girls polished off the chocolate yule log for dinner last night...but thankfully there are still some rum balls and grown up nog left. Mmmmm....breakfast....

I applaud your gumption for getting out there and exercising (man, I miss winter in CA!) but then again, the cold crappy sleety NY day that lies ahead says ALL GIRL MOVIE PARTY to me. Yay! The YMCA is a few blocks from the office, so perhaps Wednesday...