Yay! Christmas!

[patelyne]

Anyone that knows me knows that I can’t keep a secret. Not for anything. If I know something that I think would excite, shock and/or horrify someone else I have to tell them immediately (or sooner). I wouldn’t even last a day at Torchwood before being retconned and released back into the wild. With that information you might be able to guess how Christmas goes at my house. Then, just for shits and giggles, let’s add Anthony who is equally secrectiveness-impared. With this killer combo you have don’t get a day of surprise Christmas presents. Oh no. You get weeks of present exchanges, because as soon as we buy we must give. It’s an uncontrollable compulsion as we either worry that it’s not quite right or we are so sure it is right we want them to have it as soon as possible. Some of the people that know us find this very amusing and other people find it seriously irritating. If we ever have kids, we might have to work on this though. I don’t think we’d be able to convince them that Santa makes weekly visits to all the good boys and girls starting in November. Then again maybe we’ll get lucky and have unbelievably gullible kids. Who knows.
There’s still another week until Christmas and I have already opened every present that has made its way into this house. The ones I opened last night he managed to hold onto for two days before giving (and it was even wrapped!). To the average person that’s not very impressive, for us it’s practically a record. The last one gift I bought him never got wrapped and went from the store to his hands in under three hours.
And now, ages later, I come to the point of this story (surprise! I have a point!) My two latest prezzies are the best yet – Barista the game and The Torchwood Archives book. Wait, did I just say that?!? Take back! Take back! They are part of the top three! I can’t let anything be above my Doctor Who Poster. Thanks to Anthony the doctor, My Doctor (ten of course, duh), watches over me as a scrapbook and read and all that other crap I do to kill time. He really is the best, Anthony I mean. Not only does he put up with my obsession he is my second best enabler. Damn it - my train of though jumped the tracks again! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Back to the latest prezzies, which I took over to Japonica Sue’s because I knew she would appreciate them just as much as I do (she probably would also appreciate the poster that much, but as a true friend has given David Tennant to me. She really is too kind. Now we just have to break the news to him). If you have made it this far I must commend you on your attention span, and as your reward I will share with you the fun we had with the aforementioned latest presents. So after the quick skim of the shiny encyclopedia of awesome, paying special attention to the pictures, we started to play Barista (we were later joined by Maddylion). I can’t stress enough how much fun this game is and I think everyone needs to buy it. The fact that I am an actual barista and want to spend my time off playing a barista should tell you how much fun this game is. Then again maybe it just tells you what a sick and sad individual I am, hard to say really. Here are some pics of the great fun we had:



Maddylion discovers Ianto was lippy with a judge. Ianto????? Lippy? Its true - see page 49!



No means no Sadie! Have you no shame? Pride? Sorry, but my dog is an attention whore.



Too much sugar? To much caffine? It's anyone's guess really. Thanks for playing Sue.



Thumbs up on the snacks, more about that coming up. In fact I want you to pay special attention to this one:



This is the cookie of doom. It was created by the one and only Japonica Sue. It is home-made shortbread with a piece of fudge squished in the middle. She is brilliant and it is delicious. There is only one way it could be made better and that’s if it was being hand fed to me by a strapping young(ish) Scottish lad of some sort. Possibly that would be better. Maybe, just maybe.
Who am I kidding – I would eat a triscuit if I had one feeding it to me and I *hate* triscuits. Not that I have a list of acceptable Scotsman ready. Okay, that was a lie. I do have a list (and it includes men of both the real and fictional varieties), but sharing it with you would only derail this thought-train even further so I’ll save that for another day. Now one thing you may notice is the lack of my quad shot of yum. That’s right – I was playing barista while drinking a soda. Not a latte?!? That almost *has* to be some sort of blasphemy. I must consult an expert on the subject – but who? Hmmm…I wonder…The only excuse I can hope to give is that I already had 5 shots of espresso while working and that’s probably about 3 more than an ordinary person needs. This may be the explanation as to why I have rambled on this long. And if you have managed to make it all the way to the end – Way to Go! You Win! (Unfortunately there are no real prizes except the knowledge that you most likely do not have ADD and a round of applause from me) Go You!

Comments

[mrsalemp.livejournal.com]

That is a combo that has to happen, BUT if we are going to try and open the rift I think we'll need to kick it up a notch. I believe we can do it though! Just by adding an extra shot or two and a secret ingredient. What is it? Can't tell you it's a secret! Okay fine I will - *whishpers* its macadamia nut flavor. I have to agree on Jack though. Worst. Cheater. Ever.