I’m sitting here doing what most people do on Christmas night…watching Rocky IV. Who needs “Miracle on 34th Street” when you can watch a real holiday classic?
As I sit here basking in the glow of Rocky Balboa chopping wood to prepare for his big fight against the Russian who killed Apollo Creed, a few things are on my mind.
1. Should I be concerned that Cinderella’s bangs look just like mine did throughout my junior year in high school?
2. Has anyone else been eating the toffee? Because it’s almost gone and I’m afraid I’m the only one eating it.
3. If I am, in fact, the only one eating it, how can I make myself stop?
4. Where am I going to store all the wee Polly Pocket purses and shoes that Santa brought?
5. How does Rocky do that exercise where he lifts the entire bottom half of his body off the table using nothing but his abdominal muscles? I think I’m going to need to do about 841 reps of those to put a dent in the damage done by the toffee.
I was planning on writing a post detailing our Christmas festivities, but I’m too worn out from all the big fun tonight. Plus, Rocky and the Russian are about to fight.
I can’t wait to see how it turns out.
I sure hope Rocky wins.