My guess is it might be because of the weekend being so close to Xmas that they expect big crowds yet, not just last minuters.

Because a migraine kept me from eating at my Birthday party last week, friends took me out tonight. Charbroiled Salmon with Creme Brulee for desert. Enjoyed both the dinner and the company. I believe the unofficial translation for Creme Brulee is "goes directly to the hips".

Today was brunch at Boone Hill, which is one of those halfway-up-the-mountain places, this time next to a teensy river. Food was nice and hearty, and the dessert was good, solid, and Jamacan. Mmm hmm.

I've been discovering an issue with the Teavana brewing travel mug. Heat retention. When I'm out, without my temperature controlled brewing, everything is as close to 212 as it can get, and this shit does not cool down. The tea I brewed in Miami was still hot when I handed it to my father at the front door of our house. Yoinks.

I am wondering--is there a patron saint of kidney stone emergencies? And what kind of appeasement they take? Whatever they need, to back off the 'fistas, I don't care if these are just stats, and our incidence is proportional to the world at large. I don't want to be the world at larget. Like,

Question for the room:

What is the youngest age a child can be intentionally mischievous? 2?

What is the youngest age a child can be intentionally mischievous?

I think pretty daggone young.

The tea I brewed in Miami was still hot when I handed it to my father at the front door of our house. Yoinks.

Wow. That's amazing.

Vanity. So I got gussied up for a Christmas Eve eve party today.

Mischievous comes at a wee age, it's intentional emotional manipulation that doesn't come until later.

Today was fine, but more stressful than it needed to be. Oy! And I exercised this morning and now I need a long soak in a hot bath. My muscles ache.

Today was interesting. Not bad, just complicated. Of course, around my dad. And my mom's emotional state. Yep, made her cry and it was due to her completely misreading my action. Once explained, she was ok but that took an hour to get around to.

I was informed that I was "so much like your father" in a way I'm still not sure a compliment or curse.

But whatever. Largely a good day. Most of the presents wrapped.

I know where all the liquor stores within walking distance that willbe open the next 2 holi-days are

I know where all the liquor stores within walking distance that willbe open the next 2 holi-days are

Yay? Sort of?

Me, I'd love a drink but I have to stay awake so I can pick up my niece at the airport--and her flight was changed so now she's getting in at 1AM. I'm such a good aunt. (::sigh::)

One pie down. I should make another one but I think I'll do it in the morning instead. Before I go to the store and buy all the groceries for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day...

You're a better aunt than I. And I used to throw down on such things. Now I think I am going home Christmas evening even if the Nephlet doesn't make it home from a long road trip for his Dad's before then. It's just too emotionally fraught and he's still apparently unaware that his choices hurt him most of all. The wee girl niecephew that likes to count, is getting good at reading and can be swayed into anything by sparkles? She's my current level. Probably because I think math is neat, love to read and am easily swayed by glitter too.

Ack, ease~ma, Cash.

Nice look, Liese!

I love sending cards, but only at this time of year.

I love sending cards as all other times. I hate it this time of year. It's like my Grinch is just too powerful.

As long as I can keep my sil's new stash of Aussie Chardonnay ( from us) safe from the A men, and something handy to open and sip instead of opening to talk...

Time and a place. Buffalo Wild Wings and D's 10th bday it ain't.