So the tree is up and all is sparkly and shiny and well in my world.

I even bought a box of Christmas cards. Watch out! I’m a mad woman.

I should say that Will bought a box of Christmas cards- stipulating we were only sending one box and one box only. He went to The Dollar Tree (only the best for my family!) and picked it out himself.

“It was between a box that had Cars on the front, a cartoon nativity scene, and a ‘real looking’ nativity scene.

I opted for the cartoon scene. That way at least some of my personality gets to come out in these stupid things.”

Nice.

Honestly? I don’t blame him. I doubt we even use the whole box. We’re just doing the “big branches” on the family tree this year, nothing else. So yeah- if by chance you’re somehow related to me (oh dear God please no! Please don’t be reading my blog!) and are not a big branch- no hard feelings, okay?

So- that’s the update on our Christmas planning. We’re the best.planners.ever! (ha ha)

So all this tree and card and lights crap has got me all spirited and ready for the coming weeks,

And most of all,

tomorrow’s work Christmas party.

I know you probably think it’s so lame to be excited for such a thing, but seriously,

I am.

I so am.

There’s something about the quintessential “work Christmas party” that has me all giddy.

Firstly because of the fact that our company in Kuwait did absolutely nothing for their employees,

But mainly because I look forward to watching all my coworkers get drunk and make idiots of themselves on the dance floor.

Nothing quite says “Merry Christmas Team!” like watching your meek Vice Director of I Have No Idea do the robot on an empty dance floor.

Am I right? 

There’s something about a work Christmas party that brings out the best and worst in your coworkers- or at least I imagine it so.

You get to see that quiet, shy girl outside of the office and find out she’s not nearly as quiet as you thought she was- and she has an obsession with marshmallow fluff just like you!

You get to file away yet another tick mark on your mental white board regarding the guy that is forever staring at women’s breasts and is just one more trashy website surf away from losing his job.

You get to see your boss a little looser and more comfortable and more open.

And then there’s the aforementioned dancing.

That alone could be a whole post.

In fact, depending on how tomorrow night goes, it just might be.

What is it about Christmas parties that makes people think their abysmal dancing somehow turned GREAT overnight? The world may never know.

Oh- and the drinking. One must not forget the drinking.

The thought of seeing these people- some of which are really uptight at work- all slurry and warm and “I LOVE YOU MAN! You’re an integirl… wait… You’re an integer… &$%!.. You’re really really important to this team…

I gotta puke.”

Weirds me out a bit-

And makes me erupt into laughter at the same time.

Will’s theory on this whole issue is to conduct a swoop, doop, and loop (is that what it’s called? Rachel said it in the car the other night and I thought it was too funny)- get in, say hello, eat dinner, and jet.

I’m fine and supportive of this idea, however I do hope we stay long enough to see some of these people get a little carried away on the dance floor.

If we can leave somewhere in between the Cha Cha Slide and our 84 year-old office secretary making out with the mail clerk in the corner, I’ll consider it a good night.

I think the funniest part of all may not even be the actual party itself…

It’s having to look those same people in the eye on Monday, trying to keep a straight face when in reality all you’re thinking about is how much his dancing reminded you of 8th grade English class when that kid had a seizure.

Good times.

Merry Christmas Team!