Holidays are meant to be spent with the ones we love and while it was my first Christmas away from family, I was with them in spirit (in more ways than one).
As I was getting my Griswold style drinking on, my twin niece and nephew were anxiously awaiting their first visit from Santa Claus.
While I was frolicking in my pjs and presents Christmas morning,
Ted was dressed in his finest green tree garb.
As I was wrestling my Nashville cat, my sister was wrangling her two little munchkins in Iowa.
Keeping the love of shoes alive in this family (I mean, someone has to do it) I gifted little B her first pair of cowboy boots – it’s the first shoe any niece needs from an aunt living in Nashville, right?
What first Christmas would be complete without a brand new swimsuit? I know, I know. I’m the best aunt ever. Cowboy boots and swimsuits – because all kids love receiving clothes.
Santa didn’t forget dear old Mr. Bear, either. He received a PetSmart gift card for his ultra cheap $60-a-bag cat foot (Ted has food allergies – you know, being low maintenance and all) which he was less than thrilled about.
When I told TB I was going to spend it on his food, he could have cared less. Little shit.
After lounging the day away, it was time for more moose to come out and play. Only this time there was a handsomely poured shot of peppermint moonshine in light up glasses.
Could it get any better? NO.
Being away from family over the holiday, I thought I would be beyond lonely. But because of fabulous friends (and cocktails and Ted of course), I never had a moment to feel alone.
New traditions were put in place this holiday season. Like, wearing your food.
And fun times in downtown Nashville with those I love.
What do you do after what seems like endless Fireball shots being doled out at the bar?
You hold a photo shoot, of course.
After annoying the bar staff into oblivion, the rest of the evening kind of seemed to go like this…
And the next thing I know, I’m like this…
What’s more fun than taking Christmas decor down hungover?
Not even when your cat not so delicately hoists his ass up on your piano top among glitter deer.
Tedstar is drawn to all things glittery like his mother. I think he secretly wants his fur to glisten.
I distracted Ted with tinsel while I went outside to cheat on him.
With this new little furball who sauntered into my outside nook at the mini-manse. He just appeared one day this December and I really want to let him in the house (especially when he follows me to the door) but I need to have him checked by the vet first.
And I don’t have a cat carrier (because Ted rides swaddled in my lap while in a vehicle).
And I need to have a seriously long talk with Teddy to see if he’d be on board. He, too was a rescue kitty. Although now he lives like a king and can’t remember living a peasant life.
Speaking of living a king’s lifestyle, His Royal Highness Ted E. Bear helped me drive to the vet for his yearly check-up.
But as it turns out, the feline king had partied too hard the night before (wonder where he gets that trait?) and had an upchucking accident in the car. All over the steering wheel. And my leg. And my purse. And his blanket.
Let’s hope this doesn’t repeat itself New Year’s Eve.