Friday night was my husband's work Christmas party, which was made up of five parts- anti-social hour (during which you and your guest could get one free drink each, thereafter purchasing drinks for 2 1/2x the normal price, and everyone picked their tables according to the department they work in and proceeded to pretend the other departments were non-existent), prime rib dinner (served cold, because...that's how we do quality in this area), entertainment provided by a comedian (whose entire act centered around trying to get very stiff, uptight people to loosen up and participate in...anything), a prize drawing for cash and fancy electronics that were won by people who actually COMPLAINED about the prize they won despite having entered their tickets into the box FOR that prize, and drunken dancing hour in the hotel bar (which appeared to be great fun for those who actually were drunk, but not so much for those who only had a glass of wine with dinner).
Not a bad evening out, if only for the fact that it was an evening out.
And then my phone blew up.
That's only partly true- the battery had already swelled and was pushing the screen out, but Saturday morning, the glue gave out and the screen popped off, all of which made a scary sound and convinced me I should probably stop using that phone.
And then I came down with the plague, which is really just a fairly gnarly cold, but as my entire family is in various stages of it, it seems worse.
But! On the bright side of...whatever...I feel good enough today to rearrange furniture and go sledding and I have two freezers full of fresh elk meat and propane is cheap and there's a unicorn in my living room.