A Christmas, Come and Gone

Christmas 2012 has officially come and gone.

This isn't from Christmas, but it looks like an ornament... 

Unless you were ensconced with an enclave of foreigners it felt like any other Tuesday.
Super Husband had class in the morning, although I didn't have to work.
I spent my morning at Hepingxiqiao Market, where I procured some gifts for Super Husband. I got him, and his roommate, hot water pouches.
I'm pretty sure I've elaborated on them before, but they're just about the coolest thing out there. Super Husband's roommate was especially excited about his after I told him that if you put it under the covers in your bed while you go take a shower your bed is all toasty and delicious when you get into it. Plus, he hates the cold, so anything that can be used to banish it's icy tentacles... well, he's in favor.
After procuring these last minute gifts I met Super Husband for lunch at Pyro Pizza, where we had all you can eat pizza, which happily includes all you can eat salad as well. (And if you're into that kind of thing, for 5rmb more, all you can drink beer.)
After the gift exchange our Christmas devolved into Just Another Tuesday. We took the bus back to Super Husband's dorm, where we took a nap.
Wooooooo, Christmas.
Oddly enough, though, I don't really miss it. And he says he doesn't either.
Maybe it's the almost complete lack of fanfare, or the fact that we're used to 70degree Christmases.
Or maybe it's the fact that my parents are coming to visit next week... That's probably it.

Also, I heard the other day that this is Beijing's coldest winter in 20 years.
And I thought I was being a baby about the cold, but no! EVERYONE is whining about the cold. Not just me. (After I wrote that I googled it, and I can't find anything definitive about it, and it looooks like maybe 2010 was colder... But still, it's cold here.)
And also, also I may have to buy some uggs. I hate them, with every ounce of fashion sense and style I possess, but my toe-preservation-instincts are wining this particular battle.
I don't like cold toes.
And two pairs of socks just aren't cutting it.
Today, after walking the 20 minutes home, my toes HURT from the cold. They hurt.
That's wrong. Bad and wrong. Toes should not feel pain from anything other than a stub, or possibly the pinch of wearing cute shoes dancing.
So, Uggs, you may have won this particular battle. But I don't have to like it... I just have to have all ten of my toes when I return to Texas.