Well, I've made my sausages, and meat sauce, and meatballs. Now I'm dithering over whether to make the lasagna all the way, tonight, or tomorrow, or just assemble it tomorrow, and cook it Monday. The thing is, I have to do a lot of cooking (breakfast eggy thing we have every year, and later the roast beef for dinner) on Monday as it is.
I still have to make pies (in my new oven), and fudge topped brownies. My feet hurt. I'd like a drink but it's too early, and I'd never get anything done if I had even one.
Oh and shoot, I still have to wrap. What to do? What to do?
I really hope my first class upgrade happens. That would be a great xmas present.
Huh. I guess that all makes sense. Never bothered me for some reason. I like the facing seats, especially when traveling with others I know. And the funny safety spiels are, you know, funny. I dunno.
I wish this airport had more stores. I forgot to buy Christmas cards to go along with my laziness presents (gift certificates) so I'm on track to have the worst presents ever. And we're exchanging as soon as I get home, since we leave town tomorrow morning. Bah.
If you were giving just one Eddie Izzard DVD to a cool 18 year old girl going away to college next year, which one would you give?
I'd say Dressed to Kill, too.
I also get grumpier about flying as I get older and the more I have to do it. I find myself paying for upgrades and such when I can get them and really thinking it is money very well spent.
Direct flights are something else I try to do whenever possible.
If you were giving just one Eddie Izzard DVD to a cool 18 year old girl going away to college next year, which one would you give?
I concur with the "Dress to Kill" recommendations.
(Psst, people -- it's not the past tense ["dressed"] -- it's just "Dress.")
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It's a Christmas miracle. Looks like I get first class to Salt Lake City. I'm pretty sure it's a puddle jumper from there to Burbank.
I have the house TO MYSELF. This is a Christmas miracle. Mom is off visiting a friend, DH is taking K-Bug to her bf's and then he and CJ are shopping.
Me, I have one more prezzie to wrap, then into the shower before my hair appointment. I am CHOPPING it....
