Fun night watching the Bears with Nancy. Our office is closed tomorrow which is a good thing considering I’m feeling all weird and sore throaty. Hot apple cider is helping though. And compliments from The Winemaker, who thinks I’m pretty! Hearing that never gets old.
My two favorite holiday albums this year are Enya and Sting.
This is the year I put lights on the cats and take pictures of them, I can feel it.
Benadryl, take me away.
Aw geez. Every time I think it will be different, I get proved wrong.
I’m going to start drawing… right after I finish trying to buy a stupid party dress that will fit AND flatter. Why can’t I just wear jeans and converse to my firm’s holiday party? I guess I COULD. I would be the only woman there not dressed up, however. That might not actually be a bad thing. Maybe I’ll get a dress and some spanky fancididdle converse and tights and call it good. God, I regularly fail at being girly.
Oh how I loathe a sweetheart neckline.
A list of what you miss is insufficient to change my mind.