Ain't no way there's gonna be a white Christmas...

Okay, call me Mr. Grinch, but I swore up and down we South Carolinians wouldn't see one teensy, tiny little snowflake on Christmas day. The boy was on a 12-year-old's rampage about how it was going to snow sooo much on Christmas and the Sunday after (and zomg Caralee we're going to make snowmen and snowcream and snow angels and everything else that we can possibly think of that uses the word s.n.o.w.!!!), and I just kept squashing his hopes saying that there's no way anything that amazing will happen in GREENVILLE. Go ahead and give me the worst girlfriend of the year award.

Alas, I'm sure you're aware, I was utterly mistaken.

I need a tan.

It's funny, though. There was already something magical going on this Christmas. I was so excited about staying at my parents' house and celebrating and spending the boy and my's first Christmas together, and the snow just added to it. It resulted in the re-arranging of many plans because of the road conditions (don't hate on us, notherners-who-can-drive), but it made way for relaxation time and snuggles and extra coffee. If you know me, there's not much else I love more. Especially coffee. Okay okay and snuggles. Pshwhatever.

Okay, maybe I just like snuggling with him.

And now. It is over. I'm exhausted from playing ping pong between families' houses and eating my freakin' weight in turkey and dressing (whyyyy did you pick a month after Christmas to have your wedding WF? I won't have lost my December gut by thennnnnn!!), but I am happy. And a little chubbier. But happy nonetheless. 

OOOOHHHH and also! I might've received a new camera for Christmas because of my incessant ranting on this here blog about my broken camera and my lack of motivation to take it to get fixed. I knew all that talk wasn't for nothin'. ;)

One last Merry Christmas, y'all. I sincerely hope it was fantastic for everyone! Now...enjoy a few of my favorite pictures from the holidays!

Yeah, I like to smell your butt. What of it?

The Fam.

Tree! I apparently am a failure at taking clear pictures. I'll get there.

My cookies. Remember, I'm awesome at Christmas.

The boy's cookies. I love him for many reasons. Cookie making is not one of them.

His redemption!! The pretty much ONLY good looking cookie he made.

I'm bursting with pride.