🎄It's not a bahumbug, but I did think it was already done.🎄🎄

Christmas is in two days and I would like to go on the record of saying, it feels like Christmas already happened. Maybe it's the fact we had our company party last Friday... maybe it's the fact there's no snow or family is spread every which way... but essentially, we're all just waiting.

Waiting for today and tomorrow to happen so I can be off on Wednesday. Ok, not everybody is waiting on that one, but you can't blame a girl for trying.

Last week when Dani and I ran to the Costco to pick things up for our party, I found Sparkles and Steve a couple little Christmas llamas. They're so damn cute. I got a gray one for Sparkles and a white one for Steve... and Sparkles is having none of it. I don't know if he's scared of them or just doesn't like them, but he gave his to Steve and she took them without hesitation. Little chunker loves them.

Dev also put our tree out last week. Put a little Santa statue out too. I guess you could say the Glisson house is all ready for Christmas morning. 

This past weekend was the cookie weekend. We didn't do Christmas presents this year (because everything is like five million dollars!), but Dev did ask me to make his parents some baked treats so we could mail them out. That's what his daddy always requests... homemade treats! 

Why? Because he's a fifty-something year old single man that lives alone with his pups and works construction. He ain't exactly breaking out the cookie sheets anytime soon... so being the DIL I strive to be, cookies it is! And of course we have to send some his momma's way... can't send treats to one but not the other!

I made four different kinds of cookies (oatmeal/coconut, gingerbread, quick drop fudgies, and peanut butter) and a batch of peppermint swirl brownies. Because my MIL doesn't really do cookies, but she'll f*ck a brownie up. 

I thought I was going to have to make a whole other batch of peanut butter (I made a double batch to begin with!) because Dev couldn't stop eating them. Seriously, he loved them and I wanted him to eat as many as he wanted, because that's not usually his thing. Usually, I make bake treats and he'll eat a little but he's never one to clear something out.

So when I make something he's ALL into? Take it, eat it, IT'S YOURS. That's how I ended up promising to make another batch of peanut butter cookies and another batch of peppermint brownies this week. If that's what he wants, that's what he's gonna get.

I don't know what we're gonna do for Christmas this year. I think Mavis may have invited us over (we do tend to spend holidays with them), but if I'm being honest, I kind of just want to stay home with Dev and our babies and do Christmas with just us. I guess we'll see how things turn out. Who knows, depending on how things look, maybe we'll have a regular ole WRTTMM.

OH!! One more thing... Dev informed me a few years ago that he didn't like nor did he eat biscuits and gravy. I was like WTF??!!?! because that's essentially one of the things that raised me... and asked him if he purposefully didn't tell me that until after we got married because that's some dealbreaker shit. And then we laughed, because we both know I love him more than B&G but still. This has been going on for awhile and I've been giving him shit for it. Well... last week he asked what I wanted for supper and I REALLY wanted B&G. So, he told me to make it and he'd try it... he hadn't had it since he was a kid so he was willing to see if things change.

Guess what? Things changed. He not only loved the B&G I made (hallelujah!), but he requested that I make it again this week. Guess what else? I learned that my hubby didn't like B&G because when my FIL makes it, he fries it all up... and makes brown gravy. Sorry, what? BROWN gravy and sausage biscuits? I didn't know my FIL was a terrorist but here we are. 

I told Dev if he tried it again he would like it... and all I can say to that is... VINDICATION!

💕This is the shit worth waking up early for on Saturday mornings.💕

🎄🎄We probably won't do anything else for Christmas.🎄🎄

But at least we got these cards on lockdown! Honestly, I don't know what it is about our family Christmas cards that I love so much... but there's just something about collecting all our favorite photos from the year, putting them all together and signing off as the Glisson family that makes me happy. 

We probably won't be doing presents this year (because everybody's broke, right?) and we probably won't be having a massive dinner (two peeps + two pups = not a thirteen course meal), but we always like to make sure to send our love out in one form or another.

And my favorite way? Christmas cards. 

Look at me go... December 13th and they're ready... I'm ahead of myself this year round. Well, I mean, if you don't count the fact we still haven't put up our tree this year. Are we even going to? Only time will tell, but it's anybody's guess at this point. But still... cards!

Merry Christmas from me and mine to you and yours! Love, Devon, Katherine, Xur, Sparkles, and Steve! xoxoxoxo

Y'all ever see that show, Found? If not, it's a good one.

Full disclosure, Dev and me watched the first season of this show when it first dropped. And while you would think we would've jumped right into season two once it started up... nope. Why? Because I have the memory of a chimp over here and my poor husband ain't too far behind.

So here we are, rewatching season one before we dive into season two. You know, just a little (or lot) recap.

And honestly, it's a good thing we're rewatching, because I forgot waaaaay more than I should've in order for this to make sense. I'm not sure how we forgot all that we have... I'm going to attribute it to the fact we watched it like a year ago... because this show is good. 

I'm a bit obsessed with true crime. I'll watch documentaries until my eyes pop out of my skull... even my poor hubby has managed to get into it with me. While this show isn't true crime... it f*cking could be. It's fascinating.

SPOILER ALERT.

Y'all... I know this starts off serious and Shanola Hampton is kicking ass and taking names. She's a beast in the best kind of way and her merry little crew of vigilantes? YES. The heroes are the best, the villains are the worst, and there's so much to peak my interest it's unreal. 

But honestly? I would be lying if I said my initial reaction wasn't "holy shit! Veronica has to beat Zach Morris's ass??!" Because I f*cking love Mark-Paul Gosselaar but let's be real... Zach Morris for life, motherf*ckers.

A little recap... Gabby (Hampton) was kidnapped by her literature teacher (Gosselaar), Hugh Evans (aka SIR), when she was a teenager. He held her captive for one year/eight days and then brought "home" another victim, little Bella (Walsh). Gabby was having none of it and was finally able to fight her and Bella's way to freedom. They escaped but "Sir" was never caught and they had to live their lives looking over their shoulders. Cut to twenty years later and Gabby is now a force to be reckoned with and has a team of (while SUPER traumatized) badass geniuses that find people that the system has overlooked or forgotten. They use their trauma to save others... by any means necessary. We get to learn why each of the team members are there... one is a POW (Oberoi)... one is a victim of family kidnap (Escarpeta)... one had her son kidnapped when he was little (Williams)... and so on. Essentially, they all want to bring victims home. We watch how they operate and the lengths they're willing to go. They even have the help of their friendly neighborhood policeman (Dalton). And then... motherf*cking plot twist... we learn that Gabby had in fact found "Sir" after all these years and she now has HIM chained in HER basement and is using him to help her cases. 

And while I know her team is going to be super butthurt and emotional when they find out that she's essentially a kidnapper instead of just a kidnapee... well... I'm a bad person. Because I'm here for it. He locked you away and traumatized you to the point your entire life revolves around said trauma? Yeah... Zach Morris got what he got.

*********some odd hours later************

Ok... I'm back now. We watched the first season finale... and then proceeded to watch the first two episodes of season two. And y'all... TOLD YOU they were gonna be butthurt. Ugh, I know she was wrong and that's NOT OK and they all have alot of trauma because of these type situations... BUT I don't like everybody not #TeamGabby and I'm going to need them to fix this sooner rather than later.

So yeah... if you're looking for a new show to binge... THIS ONE.

It's all a joke until you do the math... then it's just confirmed hilarity.

It's no secret that I'm a little insane for obsessed with my husband. I'm forever hanging around him and constantly on his toes with my nose all up in his business. Honestly, he could stop walking one day and I'll probably be so close behind him we'll both topple over. He'll make sure to cushion my landing before his own and then I'll have to puppy-dog-eye my way out of his annoyance.

And you know what? I'm not even a little bit sorry about it. Why? Because he created this little monster.

That's right, Dr. Frankenstein. Let's not pretend this isn't your doing.

I've always prided myself on being able to take care of... well... myself. Not so much mentally (lord knows that train left the station a couple decades ago... if it ever was stationed to begin with), but financially and physically? I f*cking got this. I've held a full time job since I was fourteen years old and have been responsible for an entire household for as long as I can remember. So, that part? Got it... mostly (we all have our wtf moments in life).

But emotionally? Ha! If you think compartmentalizing every single thing that happens throughout your life and shoving them deep down into the deepest pit of your stomach so you can ignore it... until one day you have a mental break and never fully recover and now you're just a completely different person dealing with a life you have so many questions about and can never receive the answers to is "having it." Then yeah, I got that too.

A little backstory... as most people know, my husband and I met in a little podunk town in Florida when we were fifteen years old. We were highschool sweethearts and when I tell you that man was my dream even when he was still a boy, I'm not just whistling dixie. We were inseparable and had more love for one another than I feel most adults get to experience in a lifetime... until inseparable became separated and we didn't see each other for years. It was hard and sad and quite honestly, it f*cking sucked.

But then, like he's always had a away of doing... he found me and showed up when my entire life was about to fall into ruins. I mean, here he was trying to relearn who I was as an adult and who we were together as people and then I had a complete meltdown and became a person even I didn't know. Honestly, even I had never met the f*cking woman standing in front of him.

Did he run scared for the hills? Probably should have... but he didn't. While most people in general wouldn't want to take on that kind of tomfuckery, my husband looked me dead ass in the eyes and told me we either had it together or we didn't have f*ck all apart. He held my hand and carried me through the trenches. He dried my tears and cradled my body. He fed me and kissed me and made sure he took care of me when I couldn't even think to take care of myself. He didn't have to... it wasn't his responsibility... and yet... you would think the position was made for him.

I have alot of doubts about life... people... situations... but I never have to doubt him.

He's all of it and the it is the best part.

We both like to make jokes about the rebeginning of our relationship. I believe my exact words were something like, "I'm never getting married! No one can hold me down! VIVA LA FREEDOM!!!" Or, something dramatic like that. And he would laugh and tell me we didn't have to be married... we could just be us and that would always be enough.

Sweet, right? Yeah... it was also a dirty trick. I mean, the best kind of dirty trick, but still! I don't know how he did it... I don't know what kind of sorcery he used... but I spent the first thirty years of my life being very vocal about "never getting married" and then he locked it down in less than two years. Well... I mean, he had quite a few years of built up love behind him, but that's neither here nor there.

Less than two years. And in case you're wondering, YES! I did in fact eat crow for my wedding dinner. Thank you very much.

We joke and tease each other about this all the time... but I wouldn't change any of it. I wouldn't change the fact I get to be married to my best friend. I wouldn't change the fact the man of my dreams treats me like a fragile little princess (and yes, I can hear the feminism beating on my door but NOBODY'S HOME RIGHT NOW). I wouldn't change that I get to do life with my soulmate and the other half of myself. I wouldn't change that we have furbabies and have built a life completely unique and special to us.

At the end of the day, I'm not perfect. We're not perfect as people. But to me? Well... he's pretty f*cking spectacularly perfect to me. And to him? Well... I'm sure I'm a little demon but he loves me regardless.

I don't even check gas prices. Either I'm paying... or I'm walking.

I keep waiting to be one of those people that settles into their car and becomes so comfortable that it's no longer "cool." It's just your car. I'm not there yet... driving the Bronco? Still f*cking cool to me. I still have a hard time believing this is our car. It's still a dream and I'm still loving it.

Don't get me wrong, I loved our Equinox. Doug Judy was a good bird and did right by us for as long as he could. Sadly though, it just wasn't meant to be. 

Trudy Judy, though? She's got it. And by it, I mean me... and my entire family.

It's been around (but less than) a month since we got Trudy and we're still learning new things. We're still looking at pictures and saving things to add in the future. It's my dream car that somehow became our dream car and that makes me so damn happy. Like... my husband is not only on board with my crazy but is signing off on it and adding to the list? Yes, please.

We've officially put 1,000 miles on Trudy. When we drove her off the lot... she had twenty... five of which I put on during our test drive. We're a traveling family... we like to be together and on the go. Well... when we're not all hibernating and trying to find a way to stay in our house forever. And Trudy makes that happen for us. 

We had a great trip on the last run we made and we can't wait to make a million more. Nothing gets you closer to your family than roadtrips... right?! We sing and dance and point out the randomness around us. We talk shit and eat crap and drink way too much coffee. We walk our pups and wiggle our butts and rate all the gas stations.

It's the little things in life, and I'm fortunate enough to get to do it with my soulmate and our babies.

Here's to 1,000, Trudy. May you have a million more and continue to be the best family ride we could ask for. *Skirt Skirt*