This wasn’t supposed to be a long entry, but you know how I am. I love to write. Especially after I ban myself from all author-related tasks and projects for an entire day…
So, the Nichols do not celebrate Christmas (or any holiday other than birthdays, really) but we know so many people that do you could never tell. Especially my poor big brother unit, who was forced to spend half the day with me and Anne (who is chewing on my feet as I write this. More on that later.) and the other half with the most Christmas oriented people on the planet: his baby momma’s (he hates when I say that) parents. Natalie (aforementioned baby momma) keeps sending me pics of him trying to look social and Christmassy with her family, which leads me to believe that my beloved little assistant is enjoying this way too much. And he loves her so much he just deals with it.
Luckily my better half, Rebecca, is out of town with her family. I say luckily because if they were anywhere near, I’d be in the same boat he is. Instead, I spent the day with Anne and we girled it up.
It was an excellent day. It was frustrating at times, however, especially things like trying to find a fast food place that was open (McDonald’s was the only one that sounded even remotely appetizing). I understand why they weren’t, but still.
I’ll be glad when everything goes back to normal tomorrow.
Topic flip: Fuck Steam.
See, it’s no secret that I’m a straight-up gamer girl. I love games. Which is why Steam is the bane of my existence. Especially this Winter Sale bullshit they have going on right now. And then they have to make these bundle deals…I must have bought over 20 games today because of it. I’m most looking forward to playing Left 4 Dead 1 & 2. I heard they were excellent.
Now about Anne eating my feet…
I’m writing this entry on my phone (Mobile Word is one of my favorite apps) at Anne’s house, and she’s getting anxious for me to get off so we can watch some movies. So, she’s trying her best to distract me. She is literally on her knees by the bed grabbing my bare feet and energetically gnawing on them. This is not as nasty as it sounds: I’m one step away from being a germaphobe (my brother is full blown), and my feet are always immaculate.
Still, do you know how hard it is to type when someone’s zombie eating you?!
So that’s all for now. Tomorrow I’m going to the besties to celebrate Christmas with her, and before that, I plan on finishing Girl Fights red revision. Once it’s completely finished I’m going to hold a raffle for a bundle of Girl Fight goodness: eBook, signed paperback, audiobook, and a newly minted #Hashtag Girl Fight themed shirt. The rules are simple, but more on that when it’s completed. 😊
Until tomorrow, bitches loves,
“The design process usually starts as a fantasy, with ideas that I dream of and visualize. These ideas become a reality by bringing various ingredients together, from the lifestyle of my bride, her age and sex appeal, to the textures of the finest fabrics and embroideries that we produce in my family factories in India.”
– Naeem Kha