Levedy

Air, Hair, and Knotted Underwear

So the holidays are over, and I look forward to a very busy January. It looks as if, starting next week, I will be teaching every night of the week with the exception of Fridays (when I have Greek School) and Saturday nights (but I do have to work Saturday mornings). Some of my classes are in the extreme north and south end of the valley. One of the schools I will teach at is near the Arizona border. *sigh.* I’ll have to make an appointment for a date night with Dimitri.

Best Holiday Gift: Dimitri asking me not to get him anything. I really don’t have the money to anyway.

Worst Holiday Gift: An “automatic” hard boiled egg peeling machine. It’s basically a bellows on a pedestal. Worst. Gift. Ever.

Cat’s Least Favorite Holiday Gift: An airzooka that shoots powerful puffs of air and makes a big boom sound.

I got my hair cut last week, and I don’t like it. On a good day, I look like Hillary Clinton. On a bad day…well…I still look like Hillary Clinton. I called the lady and asked to reschedule a haircutting appointment. We’re going to have to redo this one, boys. Even Jenny Smith, who always compliments my hair (warranted or no), would not approve of this ‘do.

The wedding planning continues on apace. Holy crap, it’s in 2 months! My only source of stress is my mother-in-law, who continues to add scads of guests whom I have never met but am still expected to pay to feed and quench. (Scads is a bit of an exaggeration, but still) She is trying to plan an overly complicated rehearsal dinner and is driving me nuts about wanting to hire a Greek band so she and her seven Greek friends can dance (while the rest of us whities stand by and watch) She demands that I have Jordan almonds at the ceremony even though I hate them. She hasn’t offered to chip in to pay for any of this (even the rehearsal dinner, which traditionally falls squarely on the groom’s family’s shoulders). I know, I’m ranting, it’s just frustrating.