Bare Naked Ladies
Rock Spectacle |
J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
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homemade turkey soup
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a card catalog (half of it resting on Laine's lap);
Jim Berle sitting on Michael Kindness's lap;
four IKEA robin CD cases - 3 red, 1 blue;
four floral centerpieces from Todd and Haley's wedding;
Kristin Reichman sitting on Jeanne Henson's lap;
a 6 foot Christmas tree
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jamba juice (assorted flavors) with an energy boost;
a new alarm clock with a snooze;
my perfect old-school Christmas tree;
red vines licorice;
Listerine mouthwash;
"Den Trawler" by The Spinanes;
Max's homemade spicy pumpkin frozen yogurt;
finding $12 in my car's ashtray;
$.93/gallon for gasoline;
the return of the orange ell-EE-phant boxer shorts
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I hear from Michael more now that he has a cell phone and all of these minutes to use.
He calls and virtually kidnaps me... forcing me to run errands with him. Like the other day when he
took me with him to visit a British import shop to ask for some kind of Kim Kam Pim Pam Flim Flam cookie thing with
caramel that they don't even make in England, but rather Australia. At least when he kidnaps me
in this manner, I can still go about my daily routine.
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Laine and I are making more and more plans for my upcoming weekend in
Manhattan. Two Chelsea gallery shows on Friday night, much needed Christmas shopping for me,
a brunch or two, two holiday parties on Saturday night, Harry Potter, Christmas card photography,
a visit to the tree. All this and sleeping until noon.
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Laine and I were talking on the telephone on Monday when we both received our
first Christmas card of the season... from Amy Jean. And I'm still having Christmas card panic,
trying to write the perfect message, pick the perfect photograph. Let alone make the list, buy
the stamps, address the cards. I kind of thought Noel would have been first to send me a card
per usual... but then, maybe she sent hers back in July and I just don't remember.
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The onset of winter means bath time. The chugging hum of my electric radiator keeping
my cramped bathroom nice and toasty while I steep and read for an hour every night. And a whole
bag full of new bubble baths from Erika for Christmas just makes it even more luxurious and decadent.
In fact, I'm headed there now.
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I was humming something in the bathroom earlier today while applying my
lipstick. When I became conscious of it, I realized it was that damn rhyming song from the
Muppets that Michael had been singing to me on the phone on Monday night: "Christmas
is coming, the goose is getting fat. Please put a penny in the old man's hat." I told him
this would happen. So there. Now you'll be humming it to. If I have to, everyone should.
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