I sure hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!
MY family celebrates Christmas, and it was great. I love everything I got: a quesadilla maker (you know you're an adult when you ask for kitchenware.), the first two seasons of Supernatural, some perfume, belly button rings, a peacoat, and Dragon Age Inquisition! It may not be a lot, but they're great!

I had to cut my vacation short a day because of bad weather. But it turned out not to be too bad anyway, so I could have spent an extra day at home. Ugh.
My dad found us two old sleds and tied them up to the 4 wheeler, and he pulled us around going nearly 30 miles per hour. Talk about fun. I fell off a bunch of times and got the wind knocked out of me once, but I didn't even feel it-well, not until yesterday and today. So much fun!!
I have bruises everywhere, and I feel like someone beat the shit out of me. Worth it!

Now to the really embarrassing story. I went over to Joe's last night. He wasn't doing too well and needed some company. I will throw out there that I was so tired. I had a hard time staying awake my 2 hour drive back to the city and that was at 5. Then I went and watched Gone Girl with a friend and then marathoned a couple episodes of Alias, which I couldn't even finish watching because I fell asleep. I could barely stand. My head hurt like no other every time I moved. Now, on to being with Joe.
We were having sexy time. It was great. He told me he loved me and he's been really into calling me 'baby' lately, which I always hated, but I don't mind so much if it's from him. We moved into the bathroom where he was standing behind me, holding my arms above my head and caressing me, and we were watching each other in the mirror. Well, as I was standing there, I began to feel lightheaded, but I figured it'd go away on its own if I stood still and didn't try to do anything.
Unfortunately that didn't work out too well. Down I went, and all I just remember being on the floor with Joe's arms around me, holding me up. And I just was like, did I pass out? There was a slight other mishap that has never happened before any of the other times I've passed out.
I was so embarrassed. I had to have joe practically carry me out of the bathroom and put me on the bed and he cleaned everything up and then kind of ignored me. And I kept apologizing. He went out to smoke and when he came back in, he went and laid down on the couch rather than on the bed with me, and I asked what he was doing sleeping on the couch, and he kept saying how he hurt me or that it should have been him. And I kept telling him it wasn't his fault-because it wasn't! It wasn't anyone's fault. It just happened. I was feeling lightheaded all day. But he wouldn't drop it. At all.
I told him I still loved him, but he never responded. He could have been asleep, but I'm not thinking so. So we went to bed not really talking to each other, which I think is the worst. I'm kind of pissed at myself for fainting, and ruining our sexy time since we didn't get to finish. And the last time we were having sexy time, we had to stop because Joe thought he was having a heart attack. It's been too long since we were able to go all the way, damnit.