(Well, sort of... For those of us celebrating on the 26th--me--it's figuratively only the 23rd...) Semantics. Regardless, have a good one, peeps and for those of you travelling, be safe. For those of you staying home, make yourself cozy and snuggle in for a good weekend. Lots of love.
1. Roch Voisine and Anne Murray... Their voices could be interchanged. I'm convinced they are the same person.
2. Robert Downey Jr. was a singer at a (particularly low) point in his career, and actually had a Christmas Album. So, there's that.
3. The song "Baby It's Cold Outside" is less about Christmas and more so about aggravated assault:
I really can't stay...Dolly Parton has very few options: she can leave and freeze in the apparent raging storm, or stay and be sexed by Rod Stewart. I'd take my chances with the storm.
I've got to go away...
Say what's in this drink...
I simply must go...
The answer is no...
1. 'Tis the week for excessive spending. While I finished my Christmas shopping some time ago, I always find the last few days before Christmas to be intoxicatingly expensive (is "intoxicatingly" a word?) It's like the nearness of Santa awakens some glorious demon making me excessively generous, buying gifts not a few days earlier I swore were too expensive.
I love it. My wallet doesn't. To those who benefit, you're welcome.
2. Fancy Cousin (Toque's brother, living the high life in NYC) sent the family a Christmas card:
A merry Christmas to you all--Mama LL, Beef, Mr. Beef, Lil C', LL, and the guy who won't commit...Amazing.
There are many little people in my life whom I would call Peeps--Lil' C, of course; Bear, Pants' peanut; Manrissa's little chunker; and The Original Little, Baby Belly.
BB belongs to Belly and was the first baby amongst my elementary chums. She's the tops. I knew sometime ago I liked the cut of her 3-and-a-half year old jib. First, her voice sounds like a cartoon character. Second, shes funny. Super funny. Last year at this time she was grocery shopping (not alone, with her daddy) when from her place in the shopping cart she spotted Santa. What is a toddler to do when spotting Santa amongst the Fortino's produce but to repeatedly yell "SANTA!" at the top of her little lungs until "Santa" turned around? Turns out it wasn't Santa, and the plump lady in the red coat wasn't too pleased at the comparison.
Add to this the text I received earlier this evening:
"BB had a tantrum tonight because I wouldn't let her watch Keyboard Cat (she was being rude). Last night she was making her stuffed kitty play an imaginary keyboard."
If she didn't look so much like her mommy, I'd say she was mine. S'cute. Thank you, Belly, for such a good giggle and for such a funny little potato...
I found something. Something completely cool. And for once I'm being a really bad girl and not doing what technically (not to mention morally) I should do: I'm totally keeping it.
*shifty eyes* Muuuuahahahaha! (evil laugh)
It's mine, my precious, my only... Sucka.
*runs away clutching awesome find*
Norwegian butter crisis threatens to ruin Christmas!
*sob*
Not the butter... Please, not the BUTTER!
*runs screaming into the night*
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Getting up this morning we put on a pot of the "festive" coffee (read: hazelnut) and I immediately set to work on Dad's Christmas cakes. Two pounds of candied cherries, three cups of dried fruit, two cups of nuts, 2/3 of a cup of some serious booze, and a partridge in a pear tree later and the cakes were set to bake for the next three and a half hours. A few moments of panic between the creaming of the butter/sugar mixture and the addition of the eggs--looked like there was some serious curdling going on--but one quick call to reassuring Mama LL and my mind was set to ease.
By this time Orange had the wood stove a blaze, and Bert was happy as a clam, sunning himself between the perfectly positioned sun beam and the fireplace, underneath our three carefully hung family stockings. He remained there for the majority of the day, moving in intervals closer/farther away from the heat as required.
Then it was on to fashioning 22 miniature Christmas cards for my work peeps, followed by shopping for a Secret Santa gift, and a brisk walk in the cold sunshine with Fingers. And now, curled up on the couch with the Ginger Kid, our leg lamp aglow ("its a major award!") we're alternating between Home Alone and Elf on the television.
Aside from a minor catastrophe involving Mama LL's Christmas tree, a perfectly Christmas-y day.
