Last night was my work Christmas party. I didn't think to trim my right thumbnail. And now I'm in pain!!!

We went bowling, and I always rip that nail off -- okay, maybe not that severe. But it always breaks, and the more I bowl, the more it keeps ripping across. I eventually asked for a band-aid, but it ruined my game! And the band-aid didn't really help either. I won a prize for getting 2 strikes in a row (it was weird; I was getting strikes every other frame, almost...BWAHAHAA). I got some lovely cups adorned with bowling balls and pins. I've been needing cups. The ones I bought when I moved in -- I've broken half of them!!

I felt bad for not making enough introductions to Mr. Nick. People were introducing themselves, so I thought he actually met everyone. Then he pointed out he had to introduce himself. Oops. Even though I don't have a problem introducing myself, I kind of like being introduced. I think he feels the same way. Man, was I thoughtless. 

And he mentioned his mom asked him if I was going over for Christmas dinner. I've never met his family before. Once again, he offered me an out in case I wasn't comfortable with the thought of meeting his family. "There is going to be a lot of people." But I think it's going to be his sisters, their families, and his parents?? I am thinking his grandparents will probably be there, too.

I don't have a burning desire to meet his family, but it'd be nice. I'm kind of indifferent to attending this dinner. Christmas is a big deal for him; it's not so much for me. I don't know...given the choice, I don't know if I'd want to go or not. I'd go if he wanted me there.