I Really Can't Stay
Ah Sunday morning. Today my lady and I are being heathens and stayed home from church. I know, I know we are horrible people, but we were just so dang tired. Not that we ended up getting anymore sleep than usual. The pipes in our apartment start clanging at 5:30 in the morning, making the most awful racket that no one could sleep through it. After about 10 minutes of this clanging we are able to fall back asleep only to be woken again at just after 10:30 by the Church Bells ringing. Well at that point we had to get out of bed, lest we be roused by construction or something out of sort annoyance. No bother though, we enjoyed a cozy morning on the couch watching Bridget Jones' Diary, drinking hot chocolate with toast, and getting in an all together Christmassy mood. Do you guys realize just how close to Christmas we're getting? I'm aching, nay, yearning to be home for the holidays. I want to sit on my couch and watch a Muppet's Christmas Carol and drink eggnog and have the fire roaring. I want to eat quality street candy at my Nan's house and visit my old pastor and his kids. I want Christmas! Is it too much to ask? My favourite part about christmas is the music. I love jazz, and christmas is pretty music pretty much has to be jazzy because of it's warmth. Baby It's Cold Outside is a great song (Zooey Dechanel does a great rendition of it in ELf). Well here's me starting my countdown to Christmas. T-40days.