My hands are freezing whenever I’m at home because we turned the heat down several degrees. It’s been well below zero every day this past week, so my hands are even colder than usual.
We have the tree half-decorated. All the bigger stuff went on last night. Tonight, when Martin gets home we’ll do the rest (all the small stuff).
I can’t wait for 2 weeks of vacation. Or rather, just 2 weeks of NOT WORKING. Everyone is on the edge of burnout, and I really hope that when I go back to work the first week of January, that it won’t be straight back into the crazy.
I am so sick of having to blow my nose CONSTANTLY. I don’t think my allergy meds are working anymore.
***
Yesterday, I made Martin laugh so hard, which made me laugh so hard, that our sides felt like they were literally splitting. I am apparently turning into my mother. Hi mom!
We were sitting in the living room, talking, after having decorated the tree for over an hour. It had been a super long day. I worked at the office until just after lunch, then drove to Löberöd for a doctor’s appointment. Then I came home and worked until 4. After that, I left again and went first to our plant nursery which has really nice gifty things, to buy two Secret Santa gifts for Friday, and then to Sandby to pick up a package, drop off two bags of clothes to the charity boxes, mail the Christmas cards, and grocery shop. I ran into my manager at the grocery store, so stopped and talked to her for a bit.
Then I came home and put the groceries away, had dinner, and, after Martin arrived, we started decorating the tree. Anders also came home in the meantime, but went straight out to the garage to put winter tires on Karin’s car since a friend of his is borrowing it. All this by way of saying, it was a long and very tiring day, and I was a little loopy by the end of it.
While Martin and I were talking, we remembered that we wanted to get movie tickets for the new Avatar movie that opens tomorrow. So, I got my iPad and started the ordering process on the theater app. And after I picked the date, and our seats, it took me to the payment page, where there was a rectangle and the text above it said “Lägg kortet här för att scanna”, which I translated in my head as “Place your card here to scan”. I went and got my credit card, and then I DROPPED IT FACEDOWN ON TOP OF THE IPAD.
And when nothing happened, I said, “Nothing’s happening. Maybe it’s too dark in here?” and I got up to turn on the overhead light, at which point Martin lost it, jumped out of his chair, and said “ARE YOU KIDDING? ARE YOU JOKING? WAS THAT A JOKE??” and when I looked at him, completely bewildered, he lost it and started laughing so hard I couldn’t understand him. Which of course made me laugh.
Then he picked up the iPad, put the card UNDER IT, to show me that the square was where the CAMERA was looking for the card, and took a photo of it to complete the transaction. All the while laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe, and by then, since I understood what I had done, I was laughing so hard, I couldn’t breathe either.
We laughed like lunatics for at least 15 minutes, and every time one of us got it halfway under control, the other one would bust out laughing again and set the other off. My face hurt. My sides HURT. I actually thought for a minute that I might throw up, I was laughing so hard. We were both crying.
Anders came in toward the end of this, when we were still crying with laughter, and asked us if we’d been drinking without him, which set us off again. And then Martin TOLD HIM what I had done, which made HIM laugh, and then Martin WROTE TO KARIN AND TOLD HER, TOO. He’s my least favorite son.
All day today, at random moments, I would think about it, and bust out in giggles again.
If this is what it’s like to get old, at least it’s good to know I’ll amuse my family.
Mood: silly
Music: Adele—Oh My God
🤣