Hips Don't Lie {Post Christmas InstaFriday}

One evening I posted this on Facebook..."I would give my right arm for a bag of Funyons right now...then I'd eat them with my left."

An hour later my husband came in from work and told me to close my eyes and smell.

Never has he been sexier.



What could be better than 2 free tickets to see the Preds play?

A date with this handsome 9 year old who happens to be a huge fan.



While dad and mini-me were livin' it up downtown at the game, I decided to take these two to dinner.

Just the 3 of us.

It was weird...but in a good way.

I love that they instinctively sat next to each other in the booth.

And that they both covered their faces when I pulled my phone out.

Sheesh.

Like I'm whipping out cameras left and right every day or something.



I love most that they have each other.

And always will.



If you know me at all you know I avoid a doctor's office like the plague.

So the fact that I found myself...the week of Christmas...sitting in an Orthopedic waiting room of all places...should speak volumes about the pain I've been having in my wrist.

Honestly, I was worried they may mention that awful four lettter word...surgery.

Nope.

Just tendonitis.

Which kinda stinks because there is no quick fix for it.

Just time...and this lurvely accessory.

On the bright side, I may be bringing sexyback.



Found this in the stocking stuffer section at Target.

Suddenly, I was a pair of tight rolled Guess jeans, a denim Trapper Keeper, and a can of Rave hairspray away from 1988.



Found an extra game of Scrabble while cleaning out our game cabinet for Christmas.

Decided to make ornaments.

I must say they looked even cuter than I imagined hanging on the tree.



Our annual "S.M.U.T's and Spouses" Christmas Dinner.

Laughed till my jaws cramped.

And I nearly peed myself.

Which I'm finding gets easier and easier to do the older I get.



I declare I have the classiest 11 year old in all the land.



Homemade Cinnamon Honey Butter for the neighbors.



"White Chocolate Covered-Peanut Butter filled Ritz Cracker Cookies"

These cookies...Lord. have. mercy.

A tradition passed down from my Grandma Margaret.

When I get to Heaven I will be sure to thank her for the new jiggle in my thighs...and the extra 5 pounds I now need to lose.




Santa left this marvelous mustard-liscous  chair for me.

Santa Baby...I love you.



Finally...I'm the owner of my very own Allora.

A "mini" in Pacific.



My ridiculously talented daughter painted this for me.

The picture does not do it justice.

It's a glorious shade of turquoise.

She has the gift of thoughtfulness. For sure.



Could there be a more perfect print for me?! ::channeling my best Chandler Bing::



My mom found a vintage gumball machine for me for Christmas.

I was so excited and surprised I almost cried.

I've been on the hunt for a couple of years but could never find one in good enough shape.

This one is like new {even though it's old} and looks fabulous in my kitchen.



It was a Teavana Christmas for Adam.

We've all been reaping the benefits.

Not that I had an ulterior motive.

If I did there would have been chocolate involved.

Best. Tea. Ever.



Got this book as a gift.

It sat on my lap for about 20 minutes the other night.

I'm terrified to even open it.

I know it is going to shake me to my core and I am selfishly trying to avoid that feeling you feel when God is trying to change the way you see things.

Just prolonging the inevitable I'm sure.

Call me Jonah. ::sticking fingers in ears...la la la la la::

Remind me not to be out at sea in the near future.



Decided to pay my laundry room a visit the day after Christmas.

It had been a while.

Seems it got sick and threw up while I was away.



"My every mortal breath, is Grace and nothing less"