I walked out of James Bond last night after the first scene. The violence made my heart double dribble and I started getting hot flashes.
I came home to watch Isabel Allende shove peanuts down her dress on Craig Ferguson.
I had a tuna sandwich on hazelnut bread. It needed more mustard.
I watched the sporadic snow out my front window.
I went to the lot and picked out a flocked Christmas tree, skinny and tall. Three things that I never thought I’d like in a tree. Ironically, three things I’d never like in a man. Time changes everything. I guess.
I hosted the Evening of Excellence for the Young Women. LaToya’s mom brought chocolate truffles that I will now rename ecstasy chunks. The rate of addiction would alarm you.
I let Ralphy, the world’s cutest Lab-mix dog come in the house while I decorated for the holidays. He ate some cranberry bread which leads me to think that he is also the world’s most discerning Lab-mix with a refined palate.
If I love my children as much as I love my Ralph, I think I might not have them (not like it’s my choice at the moment) but whenever someone mentions his name I start crying and feel all tender inside.
I can’t say the same for my other hound Dutchy, but she is growing on me. Sometimes.
I said some prayers at the time that my husband was stomping around on the roof trying to figure out why our Christmas lights keep shorting out. Like I always say, it’s not Christmas until the man of the house swears at something.
I put Justine’s Christmas card on my Christmas card poll. At present, hers is the only one up there, but I must say that it’s cute enough that it needs no company. Getting Christmas cards is a lovely happening. I must say.
I hoped I would get more Christmas cards.
I fell asleep last night on our new memory bed pad (thanks In-laws) wondering how many experiences do we humans all share in common.
Did anyone else melt while watching their dog scarf cranberry bread?