Shitter's Full

Boyfriend is heading to his parents' place tonight to start his Christmas holiday early. They live about an hour north of us. Seeing as I have to work on Christmas Eve until about 3pm, Otis and I won't be joining him until I get off work tomorrow. Boyfriend wanted to leave the boy with me to keep me company, but I just think he wants to get a good night's sleep without me or a snoring dog in the bed with him...lol. So the little one and I have a date with leftovers, a glass of wine (for me...not the dog), wrapping gifts, and National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation playing in the background.

At some point, I may even try to find some time to research online what's going on in Houston for New Year's Eve - put a few emails out and message a few people on MySpace. Boyfriend, Otis, and I are boarding a plane bound for H-Town on Wednesday in time to drop off the doggie and ring in the New Year with friends. Why is it that even though I've moved to Tampa, I still feel the need to plan something in a totally different state? Maybe I should leave it all up to the people there, but you know I'm too much of a control freak to not have some influence on the evening's plans. Anyone hear of exciting New Year's events in the city of Big Oil? If so, pass that along...