I don't know where to begin. An horrific adult story, for your Sunday morning reading pleasure.

So I was in charge of planning the company Christmas party this year. Nolan stole the job from his mother, who I thought was tired of doing it, but as I later found out, he thought it was time that she handed it over.

And then he promptly handed it to me.

Thank you, sweetheart. I love you.

Let me just be the first to tell you, right now, that I didn't want the honor. Even less after I found out he'd ganked it from my MIL, who gets pleasure in planning and hospitality much more than I do.

So in September, I went on a tour of every available hotel ballroom in Amarillo. (Don't scoff. There are a lot.) I had one all chosen, but Nolan called me and said, "I want you to go check out the Discovery Center."

( It's a good one. You'll be happy that it didn't happen to you. :) )