Hubby, Alatariel and I spent it together. We had a very nice day. We spoiled Ala by buying her about everything she asked for, which really wasn't very much. Hubby got a couple of sweaters and his annual Ansel Adams calendar (can't have Christmas without it). I got two really pretty pieces of Fenton.
MIL spent the holiday with a friend. Mind you, at Thanksgiving MIL said she would make Christmas dinner. That means I didn't grocery shop for Christmas. On Saturday, MIL told me she was spending a few days with her friend whose husband had recently bailed on her. OK, bad timing and crappy time of year to be alone. I understand.
This evening, MIL was home, so we had gift exchange with her. MIL started talking about Christmas with the friend. On Monday, the youngest daughter and her betrothed came over for the evening, and on Christmas day, the two other adult children and all the little grand kids were there all day.
I thought we got dumped because this woman was in need. In reality, MIL got a better offer so she ditched us. Know what? It ain't the first time it's happened.
Enough bitching (notice I haven't mentioned MY mother? Haven't heard a word from her since her birthday party).
Last night we went to see the new National Treasure movie. It's pretty good. The first one is better; isn't that usually the case with sequels? Still, it was enjoyable, even though I think parts of the story were a little muddled.
Today it was back to the salt mines. I checked my grade for the VB class, and, oh-wow! I got an A! (sarcasm)
I have enrolled in Payroll Administration and Accounting for Health Care for the spring semester. The second class sounds like a blow-off class; terminology, etc. It's a prereq for some other interesting health care accounting classes, however, so I may as well take it. I showed Hub my selections, to which he replied, "Where you gonna get the five-hundred-fifty dollars?" Sigh. I hate having bills.
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