Greetings from the Blair Bungalow!* Since we spent "Christmas" with the family earlier this month, the last few days have found Ben and me quietly celebrating the season. Aside from the Christmas Eve service at church, enjoying a meal with friends and their new baby, and having a couple of friends over on Christmas for fondue, it's just been the two of us and the critters. But don't underestimate the adventures that can take place in such a setting. Like battling the 2.7 billion ants that invaded our home after 5 straight days of rain. Or enjoying a police chase and the subsequent news helicopter and police patrolling of the neighborhood - all while working out at the park across the street. I bet your gym isn't that interesting.
And between the books we're reading and Ben's audiobook, we've had lots of stories to share. For example, I just finished a novel that someone christened "the best Stephen King book that Stephen King didn't write." As someone who is not a particular fan of the author (too scary and intense for my tastes), this little detail would have been helpful to know before I got sucked in. Pun intended. But horror, suspense, and vampires aside, good writing is good writing, and I couldn't put the thing down. Which would explain my fear of going to sleep these past few nights and my exaggerated startle response (which says a lot, given my inability to watch any remotely suspenseful movie without plugging my ears and squeezing my eyes shut). You can imagine how fun it was, then, to think of an unknown armed man running lose in my neighborhood. Ben has been taking way too much pleasure in my skittishness and following-him-around-the-house-like-a-shadow-ness. I think he enjoys me needing him, even if it's to protect me against fictional vampires that exist 100 years from now. Or, you know, from the guy with the gun.
Anyway, from our house to yours, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. May 2011 bring you peace, love, and exactly 0 vampires or fugitives.
*This picture is, technically, not taken in front of our house. I had this vision for our Christmas card, but it turns out that celebrating an early Christmas really plays a number on your Christmas prep. We were in MO when we realized our days were limited to get a Christmas card out and the sale that the company was having was going to end before we got home. Ergo, we ended up with a Christmas card on my in-laws' porch in which we are pretending to sit on our front porch. It's the thought that counts, right? Plus, in my haste to order the cards, I miscounted our mailing list by 60. So, if you would like a ridiculous number of the same photo of us...hit me up.
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