Hey, it’s the season, and I am really enjoying myself this year. Shopping was done weeks ago and there are a few surprises that I’ve kept surprises, so I’m inordinately pleased with myself. Only bummer is that I finished wrapping ages ago, and I really love wrapping. That is not sarcasm, I really do love to wrap. I tend to buy and wrap all at once, so I never have any last minute wrapping projects. I do, however, hide all the presents in stacks in the attic, so I don’t put bows or anything on until things are going under the tree. It’s not much, but it is something. 

We went out a couple days ago to pick up some groceries, deposit a check at the bank, mail a box…like that. It was INSANE out there. Traffic was terrible, parking lots were terrible, people were miserable and nasty. Horns honking, middle fingers aloft, squealing tires, hunting for parking space – all the noises and joys of the season. Yuck. Am I wrong to feel superior in these moments? How un-holiday of me. 

Amidst the errands we lunched at my new favorite theme restaurant Buffalo Wild Wings. I love this place. Love it love it love it. I love Buffalo Wild Wings as much as I hate meth-shooting, dye-job sporting, Facebook stalking, ex-almost-girlfriends. You know I really hated that, so it surely tells you that BWW is fan-diddily-tastic! I particularly like their boneless wings in any of their 12 or so sauces. Asian Zing and Spicy Garlic are awesome. They had a lunch special – 6 wings, fries and a drink for $5. Dude. Noah had mini-corn dogs and Carol had a classic boned wings (she likes the bone – and that <em>is</em> what she said). We hung out, watching half a dozen big screen TVs showing, among other things, an online poker game, a Reggie Jackson documentary, an extended sleep number bed infomercial, a billiards tournament, and onscreen trivia. All this while they blasted an all-90s satellite radio station. The music made me feel like I was in college again, except I am a lot older…and married…with kids…and a pregnant wife…and I actually have enough money to buy $5 lunches for three people. 

Ah, adulthood. The gift that keeps on giving. Anyway, in spite of the holiday turmoil we were able to enjoy a yummy, kickin’ it back lunch. And that little thing helped me keep my hand off the horn and my finger turned down…the whole day. If that ain’t holiday spirit, I don’t know what is.