It was going to be the best of times.
Okay, so it still ended up being pretty good - just not in the way I'd expected. This morning Beeb and Audrey were going to come over to open Christmas presents and hang out for a few hours, then I was going to go to work and come home and have dinner with my family and open presents. Sounds pretty ideal, huh?
This morning I woke up so cold I could barely function. Why, you might ask? Because the power went out at ten minutes to three. I woke up at about six, only to hear my dad mumbling about it being 37 below outside as he shuffled around the kitchen with nothing but the glow of a flashlight with a dying battery to lead him. That's right. Thirty-seven degrees below zero and us without any electricity. Ah, the joys of the northwoods.
At around 7:30, the power came back on and my sister and I hooted and hollered about the "Christmas miracle." It would take a while for the house to heat up, but it should be warm enough for the kids to come over. Fine, sure, that works out. Angie and I hopped up out of our beds and bounced into the living room, overjoyed at the thought of heat - actual heat - rushing through the inner workings of the house and into our very own rooms. After about ten minutes of rejoicing, the power went off again, and we were left pouting and wondering who did what so out of the Christmas spirit to cause the power to go out again. Bah humbug.
So much for the kids coming over. We decided we'd be real stalker-like and go to THEM instead. A few hours later I began packing my shampoos and body washes with the intention of breaking into my grandma's isolated house to use her shower. As I packed (and as soon as my dad got the generator working), the power flicked back on. (Roughly seven hours, no heat, 37 below outside. Did I mention the cold? And how cold it was?) I immediately jumped in the shower and turned it on and ohhh, the warm, wet heat that covered my body. I probably could have died then and there and been perfectly content.
Once I began to feel like the heat might make me pass out in ecstasy, my sister banged on the door and told me Dad said I couldn't shower yet. Shit. So I stood in the waterless shower, shampoo in my hair, soap in my eyes, wet and shivering like Santa Claus naked on the streets of the North Pole.
That's how my day started. I eventually finished showering and the electricity stayed on and Brody and Audrey are absolutely precious, almost painfully so, even at their own house, and work was fun all by myself, and tonight we put booties on my brother's idiot of a puppy. And what could possibly be better than booties on a stupid, prancing, clumsy mutt?
A very merry Christmas to all of you. You know, if you're into that sort of thing.