Raise your hand if you miss Christmas vacation. Go on, it’s okay. If your cubemate wonders why you’ve got your hand in the air, you simply say, “I miss Christmas vacation.” Alternatively, you could say, “I miss Winter Break” if you grew up somewhere not predominantly baby-Jesus oriented. Either way, it’s likely that they will join you in your salute to nostalgia and napping.
Aside: I could really use a nap. Those four hours of sleep I got last night were pretty cool and all, but I could use about eleven more. And also maybe being sung to sleep by Neil Patrick Harris. Please.
Anyway, my dad stayed home with us when I was a kid and so my Christmas break memories are mostly made up of tomato soup, my dad’s cocoa (which I made for the Dork Lord the other night, failing to acknowledge when he complimented its tastiness, that the recipe actually comes from the container of Hershey’s cocoa) and defrosting our toes over the heater vents wearing his gigantic tube socks, fresh out of the dryer. Warm socks. Warm food. Add a Law & Order SVU Marathon and right there you basically have the recipe to my happiness. Okay, also maybe add cheese.
The other night, the temperature dropped so sharply that even after adding a layer of the Boys clothes to my own, I decided I still wasn’t warm enough. So I went upstairs, pulled open his unmentionables drawer and dug around for some of those gigantic warm tube socks. And there weren’t any. Not a single pair.
One lovely commenter (you precious thing, you) sweetly pointed out that the Dork Lord and I are going to get divorced in five years and you know what? If we do, it will be because he hasn’t got the right hosiery. All of which I mean to prevent by giving him the gift of tube socks this Christmas. Yeah, I know we said we wouldn’t buy gifts for each other this year to save for the wedding, but I’m doing it for the children. And, uh, me. But mostly the children.
I apologize for being so scattered, my lovies. Stuff is Going On. For those of you who don’t know, there are going to be some big ole changes around here in the next month. Join us over at Facebook or email me a thisfish at gmail dot com to find out more.
It is great….
I have seen this though….
Happy Christmas…..
Fish, I been reading you forEVER (since J) and I am going to have to give you up. This new bombardment of advertising is too too much. I cant even read the post for the busy-ness. Its been lovely. Good luck with your wedding. Don’t over decorate and ruin the content.
Oh fish this site is just a pain! What’s going on?!?! Can’t ya set up house somewhere else?
I miss you! I only receive parts of your blog and like the person beofre me…too much advertising. It slows the computer and has knocked me off! I’ll send ya a email, as referenced above in your 12/8 blog.
I’m hoping all else is well for you.
I’ll be searching to find you. 
All the best… CaliGal
Why even say you’re giving her up rather than doing it quietly, unless… it’s important to you to share your disapproval be known. In which case, email ivilliage. I’m pretty sure Heather said they were responsible for the new design.
Oops… I sound like a dummy. I meant: unless it’s important to you to share your disapproval.
I agree… LOVE This Fish, HATE the new design! I don’t want to quit reading after all these years but I don’t know how much longer I can deal with the ads popping up all over the place.
I know you’re all frustrated, but bear with me. Next month, the site will relaunch on thisfish.com – no more ads, no more bad design, no more difficult commenting. Also no more paycheck, but that’s the risk I’m taking because I actually care about you guys. So please be patient. January 5, 2011 – an all new This Fish.
Love, Heather