The Christmas party went strangely well last night. It seems the less time we spend planning, the better the parties turn out. There was too much food, too much beer, good conversation, good friends and even better kisses.
Ivan and I aren't speaking, but he was strangely cordial toward me. We discussed Christmas presents for Jose and Christy and what was needed for the party. He played video games with the boys most of the night, so conversation with him was not required.
Mario came, thanks to the sexy pictures of marinading steak I sent him. He said that he had a good time. He cuddled and kissed and had silly conversation and he tried to convince me that he wants to go to Melbourne to spend Christmas with me. Not even Ivan did that. Bonus points were definitely earned.
It has become a tradition that Rick is not allowed to tell his stories. He gets so frustrated and its hilarious. I interrupted and got pelted with chocolate coal. It hurt, but it was awesome and unexpected. I love our family.
Front seat of the car kisses are the best. Kisses on my neck that make me shiver and get goosebumps all over are my favorite. I found his "spot" and used it to my advantage. He says he thinks I'm falling in love with him. I told him he was getting ahead of himself and to stop projecting. He laughed. One more kiss is never enough.
He wants me to take the day off and stay in bed with him all day. So tempting! I'd love to spend all day in bed with him watching movies and cuddling and getting as many kisses as I can handle.
Damn responsibilities...
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