'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I've sort of given up on people REALLY liking my presents. I mean, I try to get them something they'll like, and then I just don't worry about it. (Unlike my mother who was just telling me that a certain couple has never displayed her (very personal) wedding gift to them! They have been married 20 years.)
Puffs and pudding ready to be assembled into dramatic dessert in the morning. Popcorn and beer for dinner.
This is exactly why I prefer Thanksgiving to Christmas. Giving gifts is stressful. Right now I'm a little bent out of shape because the rabbits didn't finish their carrots. WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY OFFERING?
Puffs and pudding ready to be assembled into dramatic dessert in the morning. Popcorn and beer for dinner.
That sounds great all around!
Jar of antipasti was tasty but not satisfying. Adding cheese and another glass of wine.
Emmett's present arrived! Woot!
UPS ignored our instructions to re-direct, and also ignored my instructions to call. But I got it anyway. Take that Krampus!
My niece’s package delivery date got pushed back from 12/24 to 12/29. Phooey.
I was kind of invested in those crazy kids making a go of it. Weird people being happy together, I find it comforting.
Because weird people being happy together IS comforting. The gossip magazine said they're still friends and co-parenting.
I wish Tim Burton would divorce Johnny Depp.
That's pretty much what Pete said, too.
The gossip magazine said they're still friends and co-parenting.
That does make me feel better.
I've hit that critical point after being trapped in the house with whole family as they assemble furniture (bringing out the most irritating to me traits) that I really want to escape. Too late to go to the pool. I wanted to go earlier but thunderstorms. Hell, thunderstorms now.
Did everyone else know this? If you go to the Macy's in Herald Square, and wait on line to see Santa, and, when you get to the front of the line, you tell the elf that you want to see "Special Santa," then elf will bring you into another room, where there's a black Santa. One of my friends just brought her goddaughter, and posted photos on Facebook.
That's really creepy. I mean, nice, but creepy.
And now everyone but me is in bed and I'm listening to the boys discuss what they hope are in the presents under the tree. Which is sweet.