It is Saturday.
And not only is it Saturday, but I am now on Winter Break. I am thinking we all are, what with all of the Facebook posts I’ve been reading about Happy Hour and Happiness and I Love Teaching, etc.
Last night was the hubby’s Christmas party. It was held in a car museum, although his company doesn’t have anything to do with cars at all.
But whatever. There was food there so I was fine.
We hadn’t been to one of his Christmas parties in a few years — we are old and tired and live in Timbuktu so it has just been easier to stay home and go wine tasting on the couch. But this year, his boss kind of leaned on him a little and so we felt pressure to go.
Well . . . wouldn’t you know my hubby was recognized for his 20 years of being with the company? He had already received a watch with “Service Beyond Reason” engraved on the back, but last night he was called up to the “stage” and two of his bosses said all of these nice things about him, and told his story about he worked his way up in the company, and how he basically started out as a young boy and they made him into a man, and they also threw in a couple of jabs, as
boys men are known to do.
I was hoping he would have to say a speech in which he told everyone how I was the wind beneath his wings and the french to his fry but, instead, they gave him a plaque and made him get off the stage so they could announce that someone left their car lights on.
Anywho . . . I’m glad we went. Even though yesterday was my class party and I was exhausted. Exhausted, I said. And we have another party tonight.
I know. It’s hard being popular.
So let’s get on with it: