I just got an email saying I wasn't too late for slacker santa! Yay!

OMG, local writing chapter's holiday party was actually fun. And the food was so good. (Gotta love Carrabba's-- for a chain, fairly nummy._

Scampi Damian was so garlicky I'm going to be sweating it for the next three days. I'm now very, very sleepy, yet should work.

I think a nap will win.

We went to karate a pet store (fish stuff) and mcd. No more outside for us today. while I made cookie dough, mac played video games, then I joined him. We've hung a few ornaments on the tree. While doing so, discovered that Oz had peed and pooped on the tree skirt. Grrrr. At least it is just a plstic table cloth. Now we are doing the dreaded writing portion of 6riday homework. It is akin to torture mac would have us all know.

Barb, since you are El Cooko Excellente, you probably know this, but...my utterly slacktastic way to cook shrimp is slop a bunch of olive oil in a skillet, dump enough minced garlic from a jar to kill a platoon of sparkly vamps, add about 16 shakes of red pepper flakes, heat until garlic starts to brown, add 1 lb of shrimp with shells on (patted dry to help nix splatter) and sautee till shrimp is pink.

Whap it all on a plate, murder some parsley with shears on top, and sprinkle with a heart attack's worth of sea salt. Eat with a roll of paper towels (for hands; I don't recommend eating the paper towels) and a bowl for the shells. Don't forget to slop the shrimp through the oil once in a while, and have a roll of Tums on hands.

Made of heartburny NOM.

I didn't leave the neighborhood, but I did find my local cute stuff store! And she said she's been there almost two years, so I have no idea why I've never noticed it before. So I still have two more people yet to buy for. And by "buy for," I mean "figure out what on earth to get them."

I went with a digital picture frame for my mother. I think it's a good choice, and thank Jebus it's bought and being shipped.

That's a good one -- I gave my dad one last year.

Woo hoo! One scarf and one picture frame ordered, and maybe I'm done shopping! Oh crap, except for my father's birthday. Darn.

In other news, I just deleted my friend out of my phone by accident, and we're supposed to have plans tonight. Sigh.

Made of heartburny NOM.

::whimpers::

Want. And considering how much garlic I had today, that's saying something. The only downside to that delectable combo is that it has to be cooked at home. Lewis HATES shellfish, more specifically, he hates the smell of shellfish cooking-- it makes him seriously ill. Bad flashbacks to a childhood summer when his mom picked up many pounds of raw shrimp at the seafood market and on the way home, the styrofoam cooler overturned in the back of the car. In the middle of summer. In Florida. They never did completely get the smell out of that car.

So sadly, while I ADORE all manner of shellfish, I stick to only having it when we're out at restaurant.

Still... ::whimper::

And odd-shellfish hate notwithstanding, Lewis is the bestest of husbands. Not only did he get me Robin Williams tickets for Christmas, he got me FRONT ROW tickets.

Robin.

Front row.

Hold me.