Christmas Party at work!!
Most of the pictures I took with the hotel camera, but I did snap a few with my phone:
I racked up! I got a gift card, Spicy Nacho Doritos, candles, bath stuff, and my Christmas Bonus!
Meh. One of those days that you just want to clock out and go home. I made it though.
*In Christina Aguilara's voice* WOOOORK CAN'T BRING ME DOOOOOWN......"
Sickness however, can bring me down. I just want to lay down wrapped up in a blanket. Drinking Mucinex and Nyquil.
After a dose of Nyquil, I can't tell you much about the next 12 hours.
OMG. Old people tour. I think I got home at 9pm. And can we discuss horrid sharp pain in my foot?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAILEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She is 17 today. As in, not 3 years old anymore.
It is also the busiest day of the year for hotels in Natchitoches. The Christmas Festival weekend. I think I left at 7pm. Scott had to go back twice because on the busiest day of the year, of course the big dryer decides to not work.
Stopped by Mother's, sang Happy Birthday to Bailey, ate some cake.
THEN, we went to the Walmart and got her gift, and this classy flamingo:
I just happen to run into the people that live across from me, so I was able to tell them first hand about me classing up the neighborhood.
Finally get home and in bed around midnight.
We went home right after the parade, watched Alabama football, then went to sleep.
Sunday was a long work day. All of those thousands of people that come into town for the festival? Yeah, they stayed at our hotel. It was a nuthouse.
Once I got home, I ate dinner and went straight to bed. Didn't even care it was still light outside.
I am glad I didn't stay awake to see that guy NOT get eaten on tv.
I leave you this week with Facebook images I jacked from other people.
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