Arkansans would like Britain. They have Hogmanay instead of New Year's Eve. Hogmanay. Hog. Get it? Whoooo Pig Soooieee!
We don't know what we're doing for Hogmanay yet. There is an annual ceilidh that we could go to, but I don't know. I do like the idea of my husband wearing his kilt again. Mmmm. But I also like the idea of having a party at our house. I could invite Debbie and Niall. Jonathan and Sarah. It could be fun.
Today is Mom's last day here. It's been a lovely visit. She loved everything. We have snowcapped mountains outside our window. She loved that. (So did I.) She loved Edinburgh castle. (Eh, it was the same as three years ago to me. I'm not a castle person.) Anyway, she's away in the morning. I'll miss her. But we'll be home again soon for a visit. Time is on our side.
Christmas is Saturday, in case you're a Scrooge and don't know. I wouldn't know Christmas was on Saturday, considering we get no holiday off work for it besides the day of which I don't work anyway. Grrr. Scott gets several days off. I imagine he'll be playing Halo 2. Hurray for him.
I like being married. Especially to a man with day shifts. Yeah, Scott's on day shift for a few weeks. It's brilliant. I absolutely love it. Life is good.
I'm going to drive on my own for the first time tomorrow. Prayers are appreciated.
Jesus is God. Merry Christmas.