Does anyone else get sleepy when they have to go Christmas shopping? Something about watching random people buying copies of The Simpsons movie to put in their kids' stockings and yuppies at the Apple store buying 5 nanos at one time makes me want to go back to bed. So now I am blogging and drinking a McDonald's iced coffee to stay awake. After Aaron's biscuits finish baking, we will probably finish watching Tristram Shandy. Winter couch cuddling is great.

This past weekend we went to Austin and stayed with my sister, and then drove down to New Ulm where Elissa's mom's house is. It was a pretty awesome weekend. We took the backseat out of the Element for the first time, and were able to fit the futon mattress, and Dwight's crate, and all our bags for the weekend pretty easily. Seriously, it's the coolest car ever.
My sister's apt is cozy in a riff-raff, college way, which is one of the best cozies there are. I miss fitting all my stuff in a 15 x 15 space. It adds challenge and character to living.


Elissa's mom's house is in the middle of nowhere, with a bunch of land surrounding, and I felt like I was in a country music video. We got there around sunset, and went walking with Elissa, Aaron B., and of course Dwight, down the huge expanse of open space behind the house, complete with two rows of hay bales and a lone tree. Dwight got a kick out of running way far out and then jackrabitting back when we called him, I think. Once we got him home, he slept for basically two days straight, only stopping to eat and take walks. It was a preview of how he will be when he is an old man dog.



Totally off topic, but I'm watching John Mayer is on Austin City Limits right now, and his tryptich tattoo is showing a bit. It makes me want to get tattooed.