Christmas in Florida does not feel like Christmas. Granted, we have lived in some very strange places for Christmas in the past, like Japan, Phillipines, Hawaii...but for some reason, Florida just feels surreal and very tacky.
I'm at my brother and sister-in-law's for the Peanut's first Christmas and the poor thing is teething and having a rough day of it. But she's a trooper.
Update on the "Random John": HE CALLED ME AGAIN!!!! My cellie rings on Wednesday night as I'm trying to pack and the cats are freaking out because the suitcase is out and I answer the phone to the "do you know who this is"?! I FREAKING HATE THAT!!! If I knew who was calling, I would say, Hi So and So! I'm like, are you kidding me? So, I asked what happened with the "Other Leslie" and he says he couldn't ever get in touch with her - duh! That's what happens when you have the wrong phone number plugged in...then he says she's pursuing other matches. How is that possible when you are so memorable that you have to ask people when you call "do you know who this is"? So, he wants to take me to lunch on Thursday...BALLS! Seriously! What am I? A consolation prize? Random Leslie is better than Other Leslie?
Now, I'm not going to answer my phone unless I do recognize the number.
Merry Christmas Eve.
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