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Everyone knows I love the holidays. I am in the best mood from Thanksgiving, through December up until New Year’s Day. (Of course then I go through a little depression when I have to take my Christmas stuff down, but that’s a post for a different time.)

Yesterday as I was sitting at my desk working on a story about my recent trip to Oklahoma and trying to figure out a way to delicately tell the district manager that, no, I can’t put BOOMER SOONER as the title of the main article, when my colleague Nicole comes in and announces that it is snowing outside.

Como say come again?

Sure enough, it was our own little miniature Houston blizzard. And it was fabulous.

Driving home was a trip. People in Houston can’t handle any anything more than scorching heat when driving home during rush hour. A little rain causes them to freak out. I’m going to go ahead and let you imagine what SNOW did to the crazies on the road. But I didn’t mind. I was busting out to Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas” at the top of my lungs. Christmastime is indeed here!

I arrive safely home and mentally prepare myself to run as quickly as I can to my door. Of course I didn’t bring a coat to work because it was 68 degrees when I left my house that morning, so I was prepared to feel a little chilly. But it didn’t matter because it was snowing. I race out of the car and up to my stoop. I stop suddenly. No it wasn’t a dead rat. It was a package!

I forgot that I had purchased Straight No Chaser’s CD from Amazon weeks before. And it was here! Another Christmas miracle!

Now I can listen to their rendition of “12 Days of Christmas” any time I want!

My night consisted of music, hot chocolate, watching snow fall and practicing my lines for the Christmas variety show I’ll be performing in this weekend. That’s right. I said VARIETY SHOW! I can hardly contain myself. Here’s a picture of me from last year’s performance:

I was a present for one of the acts. This year, my co-host Jill and I have several more appearances. And we sing in the opening number. I know. Everyone needs to give me a little “bless her heart” and send up a prayer right now that I don’t blow it. Show starts tonight. WISH ME LUCK!

In the meantime, enjoy my boys below:

January 5 is THE DAY ladies and gentlemen. Only four weeks to go before Jason pimps himself and his kid to 20 ladies and I’m pretty sure five hoochie mamas looking for 15 minutes of fame. And he’s going to do it all with his shirt off. See below:

So let’s hear it. What do you guys think? Is Jason going to be melba toast? Or will he pull through for us and give the viewing audience the best season ever? TALK TO ME!

You know you’re not in the city anymore when your phone conversations go a little something like this:

[Ring, ring, ring]

Bobby (whispering): Hello?
Lincee (whispering back): Hey. Why are we whispering?

Bobby: I’m hunting.
Lincee: Well come over after you’re done. Daddy’s building a fire.

Bobby: Let me climb out of this tree and call you back.