Silent Night, Yeah Right

Friday night I stopped at Target in Columbia Heights on my way home to
get a few things -- Yikes, Rough crowd -- felt like a Wal-Mart-- it was
a complete zoo and half of the stuff I stopped there for was sold out --
had to stand and wait for some yahoo to bring me mini cupcake cups for
over 20 minutes -- had to stop at Walgreens to pick up Corn Flakes and
specific candies for the wife's cupcake project. Got home and made some
steaks and twice baked potatoes as well as a couple large rum and diets.
The wife and I opened gifts -- I got some really cool things with pics
of the baby for my office, a Nike + watch that I wanted that works with
my iPod thing , and a gift card for sportsman's warehouse so I can get
some new fishing gear for the cabin. Ate terrible (There were milky
ways and snickers in my stocking). Saturday I delivered the Santa suit
to Petsmart, stopped by Borders for a book, and went to Wal-Mart -- once
again a zoo - nothing ruins the Christmas spirit faster than walking
into someone's gas bomb every aisle while trying to find a pair of white
gloves for the Santa suit and a generic onesie for under the kids
Christmas outfit. I made it home and prepared the appetizers for the
festivities that night. When it was almost time to leave for the party,
I walked out to start the car and the battery was dead in the wife's car
- I drove it that morning and hit the fog lights with my knee when I got
out -- completely drained the battery -- so in the middle of the
snowstorm, in my chuck Taylors I had to push the Malibu into the
unshoveled driveway - got it stuck just out of the garage so I had to
drive my Honda into the yard because the batteries of course are on
opposite sides which would have worked perfectly if they weren't on the
wrong sides of the driveway -- had to walk around in knee deep snow to
accomplish this -- finally got jumped the Malibu and got it going,
reparked the Honda and couldn't close the hood -- luckily, yesterday I
was able to close it for my lovely commute into Minneapolis this
morning. Drove out to my mom's and did the Christmas thing. Always an
uncomfortable event, but cool because everybody is excited to see the
kid. Sunday, the wife and kid went to Burnsville to make Cookies with
her mom and sister. I stayed home and tore apart the basement laundry
room and shower in the bathroom while watching/listening to football.
I, for the life of me, cannot figure out how a dead bird was in the wall
behind the shower stall. Wife was going to pickup dinner so I waited
until she got home before going to Menards for my list of items I needed
for Pete today, especially the plug I needed for the gas line so I could
unplug the dryer and move it out of his way. She finally got home at 7
-- I walked up stairs thinking I'd eat and talk to her for a couple of
minutes, change and then head up to the store. The baby was screaming
-- she said because of that she didn't pick up dinner so told me to go
so I can hurry back. Ticked me off because I had planned on spending
some time at Menards, so I got mad and left -- sprinted through Menards
and stopped at taco bell for her. Got home and the plug I bought for
the gas line was too small. I was crabby and she was too -- not a good
night. Wife and kid are back in the bedroom now, so I get woken up
several times, but she still deals with it, so I'm blessed there. This
morning she told me to work on my attitude. Me? Attitude? At first I
got mad, but took some time and yeah, Ok, I'm a crabby SOB and need to
work on it. Pete, the plumber is at our place as I type, probably
swearing at me because of the lack of direction. Washer and dryer come
tomorrow -- hopefully it works out. Bottom line -- weekend recap -->
poor eating, bad attitude, and no running. Merry Christmas!