happy poopy year.

We survived the holidays!  I started writing a bunch of posts and then got busy and didn't post shit.  It's probably better that way.  You can thank me later.

Henry and I spent Christmas Eve at my sister's house, Santa knew to show up there in the middle of the night.  He went a little crazy this year, something about all the presents he got for Henry's birthday but didn't give them to him because Henry got a John Deere tractor so didn't get any other presents.  And then Santa went to wrap presents for and realized, Oh shit, I have all these presents for Henry and all those birthday presents, too.  Why Santa had presents for Henry's birthday, I will never know except I suspect it's because Henry is such a good kid, Santa couldn't help himself.  When I was getting Henry ready for bed Christmas night, I asked him what was his favorite part of Christmas.  He said, "Ian."  I asked, "What about Ian?" and he sleepily replied, "Everything."  The boy has amazing cousins, and apparently one in particular.

The day after Christmas Henry left me for SIX NIGHTS.  6.  Six.  SIX.  He was with his dad so he was fine.  Where he was or who (whom? Sorry) he was with isn't the point.  He wasn't with me.  I wasn't with him.  We weren't a we.  For six nights.  The last night we weren't together was New Year's Eve.  I was with my friends.  I spend almost every New Year's Eve with these friends.  It was really great to be with them.  I drank too much.  We talked about my friend's father, who passed away on Christmas Eve.  We made plans for the next day.  We drank some more.  And then around 3 a.m. I fell into bed, exhausted because I had been awake for almost 24 hours and had been drunk for a good eight hours and I am old.  At 3:05 a.m. my peaceful trip to slumberland was rudely awakened when I realized, OH MY FUCKING GOD I HAVEN'T FED HENRY'S FISH ONCE SINCE HE'S BEEN GONE.  I almost got up and drove home even though I was an hour away and still drunk.  And then I remembered that Meijer would be open on Happy New Year Day so it was okay if Thunderstruck starved to death, she could be replaced before Henry came home. 

Henry came and we haven't stopped hugging.  He has celebrated the New Year by calling everyone he knows and exclaiming, "HAPPY POOPY YEAR!"  That's my boy.

Here are photos.  If you are my friend on the book of faces you can skip this part because you've seen them before.  We went to the mall to see Santa. 

 

I think Santa was a little drunk.  I kept telling him that kids were waving at him and he didn't care.  I started waving back to the kids and they were confused. 

Happy poopy year, my peeps!

Oh yeah, Thunderstruck is just fine.  The original one, we didn't even need a replacement!