How was your Christmas, she asks fist deep into January.
Mine was good. As usual, I stockpile like a zombie obsessed paranoid freak does during the year. I wish I was just saying that as a comparison and not the truth.. but hey, better safe than missing brains. 'S what Gran always says.
This year, one of my co-workers invited me to their Kiwi Brunch, which was heaps fun and despite the zombie thoughts, didn't involve eating any New Zealanders. I'm not really a fan of Kiwi fruit anyway.
After that, we went to my parent's for a meet and greet, complete with giftage. After that, an extended family reunion at my grandparent's place.
Ended up playing soccer for a good three hours, in my cute clothes and skirt. Well, like that's ever stopped me doing anything, anyway. I've always been good at kicking stuff, but my sister and her partner who play the sport constantly said good things about my involvement. They even said that if I could ever play by the rules I could probably pinch hit for them on their team.
Damn the rules! Always keepin' the woman down!!