USAIR really, really screws up the Christmas luggage
Note to self: carry-on.
She didn't even touch her pumpkin. It's a freak with no face.
Willow ,'Help'
Natter 31 But Looks 29
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
amych - Dec 25, 2004 4:17:40 pm PST #554 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Alibelle - Dec 25, 2004 4:18:52 pm PST #555 of 10002
Apart from sports, "my secret favorite thing on earth is ketchup. I will put ketchup on anything. But it has to be Heinz." - my husband, Michael Vartan
Christmas is totally fun.
We went out yesterday to do some last minute holiday shopping, and therefore we didn't manage to get back home to start the turkey dinner until 6:00. So we started it then, and ended up eating at 1:30 a.m. and it was DELICIOUS. Then we left all our dishes where they were and started ripping into presents at 2:30 a.m. Because it was CHRISTMAS MORNING, LA LA LA LA. So that was awesome. Presents were all good. Everybody liked everything. And my brother really liked the new cologne my mom got him, which is TOTALLY awesome because his old one was kind of way strong, and he was the only one who liked it. Also, I won two free packages of sweetarts when I opened up my roll of sweetarts (that was in my stocking). Which is also awesome. I love sweetarts. Also, I got $50 from my grandparents, and I saw a really pretty pink leather jacket at the mall yesterday for $60. So now I have the fun option of buying that. I love shopping for me.
Today, after having a Benadryl to help end the sneezing I had been doing, and having leftover turkey, I slept most of the day with kitty cats strewn across me. They were exhausted too, after playing with all of their new toys.
So Christmas is very fun.
Lee - Dec 25, 2004 5:06:41 pm PST #556 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Yay for fun and for adorable ipod stories!
I think I get to go shopping for a dress tomorrow. That should be fun.
Hil R. - Dec 25, 2004 5:28:36 pm PST #557 of 10002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Kristin, that's adorable.
I have a sore throat. I've almost totally lost my voice. (Well, I can talk, it just hurts so much that it's not worth the effort.) I'm really hoping this isn't tonsilitis again. I already had it for nearly a month this year -- that's more than enough for about three years.
NoiseDesign - Dec 25, 2004 5:34:03 pm PST #558 of 10002
Our wings are not tired
I'm back in Los Angeles now. I survived the family one more time.
Now I just have to move.
Kat - Dec 25, 2004 8:43:17 pm PST #559 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
That's an adorable story, Kristin.
Back from seeing the Lemony Snicket movie.
I wonder if tomorrow I should... buy shoes?
Nilly - Dec 25, 2004 8:47:29 pm PST #560 of 10002
Swouncing
I wonder if tomorrow I should... buy shoes?
I'm pretty sure the shoes would love it. It's almost as if you owe it to them, or something.
Kat - Dec 25, 2004 8:49:41 pm PST #561 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Almost, Nilly. It's like my job or something. But I'm also not feeling the need for new shoes. What I should buy instead are storage containers for chrismukkah ornaments. And another white tree. And maybe something else to be named at a later date.
Nilly - Dec 25, 2004 8:53:36 pm PST #562 of 10002
Swouncing
It's like my job or something
Oh, I see the important difference now.
I totally need to buy new shoes. Wanna buy shoes with me? That way I'll be made to do it.
white tree
Why is the tree white?
P.M. Marc - Dec 25, 2004 9:21:04 pm PST #563 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Kristin, that's DARLING!
I have decided that this is the LAST year we attempt to mold our schedules around other people. Next Christmas, the mofos are coming to us.
Consumables: champers, scotch (Plei, do you know of Ladoig? Nummy.)
I shall remember it for next year. Or, you know, ask you to remind me.
We have to go set our memory foam mattress pad on the bed and crash now. Merry last bits of Christmas!