Less than 24 hours ago, I was pouring vodka sodas down my throat while I was poured into a dress a size too small. Ah, the office Christmas party. I don’t THINK I did anything too embarrassing, other than dueling with Big Al for a very poor rendition of “Take Me With You.” Prince and Apollonia, we ain’t…And that’s a performance that’s better left unrepeated. But, in my defense — vodka! And that’s also my excuse for leaving Big Al’s without paying the tab or tipping the waitress. I promise to make up for that on Monday. I need to remember that vodka isn’t an entree and that I need to actually eat something the next time another festive function rolls around.

I was able to sleep away most of the damage done to my body on Sunday. However, thanks to those high heels I tottered in all night, I still have zero feeling in three out of five toes on my left foot. I’m starting to wonder if I did some permanent damage. And do we really NEED feeling in all of our toes, anyway?

wrapping-presentsSince I had the office Christmas party, Emma Kelly spent the night with her grandparents, who thankfully kept her until Sunday afternoon. Thanks to that extra long nap, I was pretty much back to normal mommy status by the time she got home. Well, normal except for a dead foot I was dragging around. Thankfully, EK was happy to sit curled up next to me on the couch to watch Christmas special after Christmas special. I think it’s safe to say that we’re both Christmas-specialed out for the holiday season. After that, EK helped me wrap a few Christmas presents, which was both frustrating and sweet at the same time. I must admit, she’s getting pretty good at cutting wrapping paper. I’m still having a hard time getting her to give me a Christmas list. She says she only wants two things:  a smart board like they have at school (It’s like a big blank screen that works like an iPad that she’s definitely not getting) and joy. First of all, where does she come up with this stuff? And second, how exactly does one gift wrap joy?

Now I’m going to go try to figure out what footwear works with a dead foot. ‘Night, all!