Either my parents are really, super ecstatic that they've finally managed to convince someone to marry me, or they just are wicked awesome, or both. I somehow managed to receive every single item on my Christmas wishlist.
Except for the diamond stud earrings, but to be honest, I didn't actually write that down anywhere, I just sort of aimlessly hinted by quoting the Spence Diamond commercials for a few weeks hoping it would get my message across.
But if I got everything else on my list, you know what that means.
That's right. In addition to black socks, green placemats, a trivet, a wristwatch and that Mad Men book, a few mean rounds of trivial pursuit, Magi's Turban cookies and an hour-long singalong...
On Christmas morning, my Dad nearly killed me by hoisting a 25 pound KitchenAid mixer on my lap.
I'm so incredibly spoiled.
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