That time of the year...
Highlander said: "I keep coming to you journal, eager for news, and nothing. Update woman!"
I say: "Yes, master, but you realize I'm only going to write about things you already know... and some of them are going to hurt!"
I'm not going to talk about this Christmas, that's old news. My first Christmas with my new family in a different house and sooo cold!! The only time I felt warm was when I went to the forest to pick up some wood for my brother's fireplace. Highlander's niece, six year old Rita, hugged me and kissed me at least five times per minute, which was nice... and odd. Not even my sister showed so much affection towards me.
After Christmas we had some meetings with friends, that's the best thing about this time of the year:
Arlie came from London and I invited her over to eat my lasagna and work a bit on our magazine. Andy and Ed joined us for "Corpse Bride" the night after, and on the 30th my group from college had an exchange gifts dinner chez moi.
This dinner felt like the real New Year's Eve party, one day earlier. Me and Tiago made a really killer Sangria, and that, along with the cheese selection, the tapas, the roasted chouriços, and warm bread, kept the giggles coming all through the night.
There was some critical moments during that party, though. Highlander kept complaining to me in the kitchen about the crumbs on the new expensive rug, the rubber marks on the floor, the damage to our precious living room!!! He was mad because he wanted the party (of 14) to happen in the kitchen! By the third time he said that, I was this close to tell him to stick the rug in a very dark place of his, but I manage to control myself, thinking that it's not his fault that he is so infuriating! After all, he learned from his female progenitor to be a slave of a museum like house. I, on the other hand, believe that houses are meant to be lived in. I like the pile of books on my desk, the wrinkles on the bathroom rug and even the occasional crumb on the sofa! Why is it that men want us to be like their mama's? I chose our house because the living room was big enough to have parties! And I can use a vacuum cleaner on the next morning, can't I?
I'm sorry but this Christmas dinner in the kitchen, with our shoes off and our everyday clothes, away from the sacred dining room and the sacred porcelains and the sacred rugs, it's not my idea of the most special party of the year! OH! But I said I wasn't going to talk about Christmas!:PPP
So, I enjoyed my party and made lots of crumbs and in the next morning cleaned everything really nice while he went to work. By the time he came to lunch the living room was shining again! You see, the trouble with Highlander is that I love him too much to let myself be bothered with his tantrums! Plus, he took me out to a seafood dinner on that night and then we watched the Lisbon fireworks by the river at midnight and life was beautiful again.
And yes, we were too drunk by another massive dose of Sangria to remember to eat our 12 wishing raisins...
I wish everyone a Happy New Year!
I say: "Yes, master, but you realize I'm only going to write about things you already know... and some of them are going to hurt!"
I'm not going to talk about this Christmas, that's old news. My first Christmas with my new family in a different house and sooo cold!! The only time I felt warm was when I went to the forest to pick up some wood for my brother's fireplace. Highlander's niece, six year old Rita, hugged me and kissed me at least five times per minute, which was nice... and odd. Not even my sister showed so much affection towards me.
After Christmas we had some meetings with friends, that's the best thing about this time of the year:
Arlie came from London and I invited her over to eat my lasagna and work a bit on our magazine. Andy and Ed joined us for "Corpse Bride" the night after, and on the 30th my group from college had an exchange gifts dinner chez moi.
This dinner felt like the real New Year's Eve party, one day earlier. Me and Tiago made a really killer Sangria, and that, along with the cheese selection, the tapas, the roasted chouriços, and warm bread, kept the giggles coming all through the night.
There was some critical moments during that party, though. Highlander kept complaining to me in the kitchen about the crumbs on the new expensive rug, the rubber marks on the floor, the damage to our precious living room!!! He was mad because he wanted the party (of 14) to happen in the kitchen! By the third time he said that, I was this close to tell him to stick the rug in a very dark place of his, but I manage to control myself, thinking that it's not his fault that he is so infuriating! After all, he learned from his female progenitor to be a slave of a museum like house. I, on the other hand, believe that houses are meant to be lived in. I like the pile of books on my desk, the wrinkles on the bathroom rug and even the occasional crumb on the sofa! Why is it that men want us to be like their mama's? I chose our house because the living room was big enough to have parties! And I can use a vacuum cleaner on the next morning, can't I?
I'm sorry but this Christmas dinner in the kitchen, with our shoes off and our everyday clothes, away from the sacred dining room and the sacred porcelains and the sacred rugs, it's not my idea of the most special party of the year! OH! But I said I wasn't going to talk about Christmas!:PPP
So, I enjoyed my party and made lots of crumbs and in the next morning cleaned everything really nice while he went to work. By the time he came to lunch the living room was shining again! You see, the trouble with Highlander is that I love him too much to let myself be bothered with his tantrums! Plus, he took me out to a seafood dinner on that night and then we watched the Lisbon fireworks by the river at midnight and life was beautiful again.
And yes, we were too drunk by another massive dose of Sangria to remember to eat our 12 wishing raisins...
I wish everyone a Happy New Year!