"Hey Mustard," I hollered, "Come in here. I need you!"
"WHHHHYYYY?" he hollered right back.
"We have to write our Christmas letter and I need your help!" I said, still hollering.
It took a minute but I soon heard him commentating as he sock-skated his way from the kitchen to the living room. "Woosh! Woosh! And its that Ice Devil Mustard coming in from the outside!" before he burst into the room and with a giant Risky Business Slide slammed into me on the couch.
"oooophhFFF, Get off me!" I said, pushing him off my lap and onto the seat next to me.
"So!" he settled in looking at the computer screen, "Whatcha got so far?"
"Not much. I can't really remember this year."
"Well, that makes sense. You're old and senile" he said matter of factly.
I gave him a look that said, Watch it mister. Sadly, idle threats don't really phase Mustard, so outloud I said, "I remember that it was a great year -- infinitely better than 2007 -- but what in the world did we do?"
"Well, we ... uh ... oh yeah! This Spring we went ... no, no, that was last year. .... Shoot! You're right! What DID we do this year?"
"Exactly" I said drily.
"This can't be right. We had a rockin year. At least I had a rockin year. Your life was probably pretty boring" he said. "Let's think about this. OK. For one thing we moved to Capitol Hill during that monsoon. That was awesome."
"Oh yeah! That move was crazy, but living here IS Totally Awesome. Mini high-five for moving!" And we high fived. "OK. What else did we do?"
"We went to the beach for that week long vacation in May" he said.
We looked at each other and said in unison: "BEST VACATION EVER!" And then sighed deeply as we remembered its amazingness. Then I said, "And then, remember going to the beach every weekend in August? Good times."
"True dat" he said. "And remember when you got your braces off? But then you put them back on two weeks later cuz you were a super fussy-pants and then had to have them on for six more months?" He laughed while I glared, "You weren't expecting to look like a doofus for ALL of 2008, were you?!"
"Oh Yeah? Well shut up, cuz I'm getting them off -- FOR REAL THIS TIME -- on the 29th!"
He grinned and said, "Suuuuure you are. I'll believe it when I see it."
"ANYWAAAAAAAY. It wasn't the biggest mover-and-shaker of a year. We've established that. But it was still a fun year, true?"
"Very true, Jeeves, very true" he said.
"What was your favorite part?" I asked him.
"Oh, that has to be when you went to Las Vegas and that -- "
"And you were like, 'Bathtub???!?! WTF? Who ASKS that?' and --"
"Mustard! For real!!!! We are NOT talking about that."
"Sorry I'm laughing so hard! But your face was so classic!"
"Its not my fault people say stupid stuff to me! Will you please stop laughing? Really. Its not that funny."
"Hoooo! Sorry!" he said wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.
"You are really not helping with this Christmas letter. You're just bringing up all of the things I'd rather NOT remember about 2008" I said.
"Sorry, sorry. What would you rather remember? Lame stuff like your favorite movie?" he asked a touch scornfully.
"Sure! That's the kind of stuff you look back on and laugh about. Not embarrassing things that should STAY IN VEGAS."
"Alright, fine, little Miss Boring Face. My favorite movie was Tropic Thunder. That retarded scene? Classic!! What was yours?"
I rolled my eyes. Of course that would be his favorite.
"Mmmm" I said while I mentally thumbed through the movies I saw this year. "I have no idea. There were a bunch I liked."
"Listen Missy, you gotta pick. That's the whole point. Otherwise, its no fun, and I get to tell another embarrassing story from 2008 that you'd rather not remember."
"OK!!! Geez. You play dirty! My favorite movie was probably TheDarkKnightWall-ESex&TheCityWanted."
"Um-hum." I could tell he wasn't very thrilled with that cop-out answer. But they were all REALLY good! "Favorite song?" he asked.
I effected a Family Feud voice and said, "iTunes SAYS! White Winter Hymnal by Fleet Foxes. Good choice iTunes - I do really like that song! Yours?"
And he busted out singing:
"She got them Apple-bottom jeans"
I promptly joined in, "Boots with the fur! The whole club was lookin at her!"
Simultaneously we both got off the couch and dancing we sang, "She hit the floor. Next Thing you know. Shawty got Low Low Low Low Low Low Low!!"
And that's pretty much where the letter writing ended, and the dance party began. It was a great year for us! We hope you had a fantastic time too!