Holiday Wishes

Mike and I attended the company's annual Holiday Party on Saturday night. It was a nice opportunity for me to catch up with the wives of his engineer colleagues. We all have the same look: "He was cute when I married him, I swear!"

Just kidding. (Mike's still sort of cute; he has all of his hair, and his pocket protector has been permanently retired.)

I'm happy to report that I did nothing to embarass my husband, and I was completely sober throughout the evening. On the flipside, I was repeatedly assaulted by geeky engineer-types who thought it positively hysterical to sneak up behind me, place an ice-cold bottle of beer against my shoulderblades, and watch me leap for the chandeliers. Mike was drunk off his six-foot arse, and so was unavailable to come to my rescue.

Note to self: next year, no bare shoulders. Second note to self: next year, taser!