a bottle of water over the head ends in love

a cozy weekend of doing chores, preparing for christmas, dance dance revolution, supersized sleep, and kitten play.
i love christmas. everything about it. the lights, the mood, the smell, the wrapping, the smell of scotch tape. wait, not everything. i only like christmas music on christmas day. but then? bring on the bing crosby, bring on the cheese. it's all good.
ddr is such a good workout, holy smokes we get sweaty gross.
the first night i ever met monk, we were dancing. we bumped butts for a little while before introductions. we danced so hard that i had to dump a bottle of water over my head at the end of the night.
that's good stuff.

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