Left to my own devices, with my first VERY OWN CHRISTMAS TREE THAT IS JUST MINE AND THEREFORE I MAY TRIM IT AS I PLEASE WHILE ALSO WATCHING BACK TO THE FUTURE 3, I selected hues of gold, blue and brown; angels / snowflakes / balls. Nerry a red thing or candy cane on this gal’s tree. I can do whatever I want with my tree, because it’s my tree and I can cry if I want to in the dark while leering at it because it’s pretty (You would cry too if it happened to you.)
Life is a whirlwind of moments and choices and I am a girl inside of it.
I am a Girl. Therefore, I will learn to Curl
My Hair. I will take nine pictures of it.
I will nod as the Girl shows me how to Curl my Hair but
when I try it myself I
Will Fail, but I will at least have the picture to
Show. See look? One time my hair curled.
Now onto pearls.
It was sad to not be with family on Thanks, but I totally compensated with a grand friendsgiving at Mack’s parents house. We fed a slew of filmmakers and comedy guys and Swedish girls who’d never tasted turkey. Completely objectively, we were probably the best hostesses that have ever lived throughout all of time. We made pies from scratch and made the boys do the dishes and accidentally dropped cakes and just generally promoted patterns and merriment for anyone who couldn’t afford the $ or time to go home.
Not pictured, for the safety and sanity of relatives, is that time I got in Mack’s hot tub in my underwear. FRIENDSGIVING!
Perfection: N: Watching the parade solo with a giant cup of joe with no near plans of putting on actual pants. This year I’m particularly grateful for my gnome house. Most of my adultish life, I have longed for my own place in which I could put a myriad of old and new things, bake things, serve people things, dance privately, and I can’t believe I finally have it. Grateful for solitude and my job and sharp cheddar cheese, for some reason, very much, in particular.
Next week there is a LIVE THREE HOUR BROADCAST OF THE SOUND OF MUSIC STARRING CARRIE UNDERWOOD? I will be watching / puking / cheering / judging / singing along. MOM: YOU IN?
It’s odd to be spending Thanksgiving on the west coast for once, and I’m going to miss my fam and le cold, but I meeeeannnnn…………..
You’re going to go on the Internet. You’re going to pre order this book. You’re going to read this book because OMGMYFRIENDWROTEABOOK. Please respond, obediently, be you vegan or no, because I got a few sneak peeks and if you care about your health, the longevity of the planet, and like to chortle, this book is Por vous.
Buddy is here from San Fran! As per we did a fair amount of sitting next to each other and also doing various things to vegetables. So like, here we are. (I acknowledge the redundancy within this grid but also I NEEDED TO FILL THE GRID.) GRIDDDDDDSSSSS!
This just in: The esteemed Senator Peter S. Brunstetter will be a Senator no more. He just submitted his resignation, and will be the new Vice President and General Counsel of Novant Council, by which I mean he will continue to sit in an office and do important things that I don’t fully understand. While I will become 13% less fascinating to talk to at parties, and will miss the invisible secret service helicopters that follow me on dates, I’m really, really happy for my Dad. After some 20 years of rigorous public service and juggling 2-3 jobs, he and my mom deserve some serious down time. GO DAD GO! BY WHICH I MEAN: TAKE A NAP!