The holidays at my house look a lot like this…calm, serene…quiet. But if you look closer…
And me? I’d just like the tree to stay upright.
Be sure to check the other bloggers’ posts to see what the holidays look like at their house.
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To me, Christmas means a lot of things: family, laughter, ridiculous amounts of food, baking cookies with my kids and sister, pathologically frantic crafting sessions trying to finish presents on time for all of the parties we’ll be attending and gifts I have to ship, and of course, utter destruction.
I realize a lot of you may be giving me the side-eye right now over utter destruction being included in my holiday list, but bear with me. It’ll become painfully, painfully clear in a moment.
In August of 2009, we got two sweet, little kittens—sisters from the same litter. My husband, kids and I were at the shelter trying to decide between these little cuties, and finally my husband looked at me and said, “We’re just going to have to get both. We can’t take just one, it would be like splitting up you and Cait (my sister).” I do love that man.
So, we brought home Willow and Morrighan. Like most kittens, they were adorable, cuddly, and mischievous.
As you can see, they grew into very sassy cats.
With two very sassy cats, you can imagine what Christmas was like. I don’t think the tree was even up for half an hour before this happened.
We learned pretty quickly to use only non-breakable ornaments on the tree. We also learned that the tree needs to be anchored to a hook in the ceiling with heavy-test fishing line. And, we learned that Willow and Morrighan are the masters of making strings of lights go out. Even the ones on pre-lit trees that are supposed to be less fussy. We also learned that climbing the tree is a great way to get to the top of the bookcase.
However, if you thought we’d learned our lesson about cats, we clearly didn’t. At all. This past July, we again, brought home littermates, a brother and sister we named Loki and Kitsune. They’re already both far more insane than Willow and Morrighan ever were at this age.
This year, I anticipate that we’ll have four cats in the branches.
Because we are stupid. Very, very stupid.
And we’re also screwed. Very, very screwed.
But it should make for an entertaining holiday season. I’ll be sure to post pictures on my blog…and all the other social media places.
You might have noticed that our cats have some fairly geeky names, but to be fair, we’re a fairly geeky family.
Willow was named after my favorite character on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Morrighan, after one of the Celtic death and war goddesses (This was a foolish move on our part. She’s a bit of a thug.) Kitsune means fox or spirit fox in Japanese, and she has a very fox-ish look about her. Plus, my daughter is heavily into Japanese anime, where foxes are oft used characters. And lastly, we’ve got Loki after the Norse god because we all adore Tom Hiddleston’s portrayal of him. (Another foolish move. We are, apparently, the family that does not learn.)
Since I definitely have some geeky interests, I thought it would be fun to include a little geekery in Drawn That Way, one of the books that’s part of my and Jessica Jarman’s joint series, Bound.
And while Loki and the rest of the Avengers don’t figure into the storyline, there are some random Doctor Who and Harry Potter Easter eggs—oh, and there’s also video game design, dirty Tumblr, and BDSM.
Tristan Weaver, accountant for a successful video game company, is in way over her head. Honestly answering a company-wide survey and criticizing the sexist stereotypes used in the company’s games was enough to catch her boss’ attention. But speculating on his sex life within his earshot has unexpected consequences when her hot, but nerdy, boss invites her to model for him.
Owner, artist and lead developer of Brecken Games, Rory Brecken, has a strict no fraternizing with employees rule. However, when he overhears Tristan’s conversation with her friend about his rumored kinks and begins to suspect her curiosity about the submissive side of sex, he’s more than a little tempted. When her interest is undeniably confirmed, he suggests a onetime only, colleagues-with-benefits hook-up.
Though neither want a relationship, once isn’t enough for either one of them. As their encounters become more intense, Rory makes a huge mistake that may cost him the woman he’s coming to love.
“What’s your password?” he asked, setting a laptop on his tall drafting table.
“The Doctor’s Companion. All one word. Capital T, capital D, apostrophe S, and capital C.”
Rory snorted and typed it in as she turned around. “I’ll just upload the files from the SD card so you can have a copy, too.”
He typed it in on her keyboard.
On her laptop.
Her laptop that he’d just grabbed from her office.
Where she’d been looking at, well, basically porn, when he’d walked in earlier.
“Close the lid. Close it,” she practically screeched, crossing the room to do it herself.
His eyebrows drew together, and he stared at her, his expression quizzical. Then, he slowly turned his head back toward her screen. She could see the flickering image of the .GIF reflected in the lenses of his glasses. Even without looking at the computer, she knew what he was seeing.
She must have watched that image cycle through twenty-seven times before he’d entered her office earlier. A man stood behind a woman and slid his hand over her chest to gently wrap his long fingers around her neck as he yanked down the cup of her bra with his other hand, baring her breast. Her nipple hardened right before the .GIF repeated itself in an endless loop.
Scorching heat rushed to her face, and she closed her eyes. If there were any justice in the world, the floor would open and swallow her whole. Or there would be a tsunami on Lake Michigan, and it would drown her. “Just so you know, I wasn’t looking at…that site…on company time. I didn’t open it until after five.”
The man’s hands had reminded her of Rory’s. It was part of the reason she’d watched it over and over. That and the stupid conversation she’d had with Clover.
“I believe you,” he said, somewhat distractedly, clicking the buttons on her touch pad. “You’re not one to slack off at work.”
She forced open her eyes, only to discover that he’d moved from her dashboard to her actual blog where she’d reposted all of the images that had turned her on and was scrolling through them. All of the images that made her want more than the boring, safe sex she always ended up with. All of the images that were currently revealing her desperate needs to her boss.
“At least, I know my instincts about you weren’t wrong.”
“What are you on about?” She didn’t actually want to know, but the words were already out of her mouth, and it was impossible to call them back.
He turned to face her. “Earlier today, when you and Clover were discussing my sex life in the break room—”
She dropped her head back to stare at the ceiling. “You heard that.”
“From the phrase, ‘one tall blonde with’ I believe it was, ‘ginormous tits after another’ until you noticed me.”
“Fabulous.” Where the hell was that tsunami when she needed it?
“It piqued my interest—”
“Of course, it did.”
Bronwyn Green is an author, blogger and compulsive crafter. She lives Michigan with her husband, two kids and three somewhat psychotic cats. When not frantically writing, she can be found helping in her youngest child’s classroom or binge-watching Netflix while working on her latest craft project.
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