Woo, I am family-ed out. Lunch and presents with my dad (who gave us an astonishing sum of money, which he has been doing for the past few years, in addition to small things like chocolate and wine and treats for the pets...and a stereo [the current stereo is very old and the CD carousel doesn't work, and one with an iPod dock sounded pretty sweet]), and then to my mom and stepdad's for presents (an amusingly domestic haul [all of which was requested]: silpat baking mats, a cake carrier, a GF cookbook, bedsheets [I almost typed "new bedsheets," but the "new" really should be implied, shouldn't it?], and a gift card to Home Depot) and dinner with stepdad's extended family, who I really do love, but who are loud and chaotic.
I did win $2 on a scratch-off lottery ticket in my stocking, and Tim won $1, so big money for us, hey hey!
I'm amused at how fucking excited I am about the silpat baking mats. I want to bake things right now! Gluten-free things from the new cookbook!
I don't know when I became Donna Reed.
Tim is locked in the bedroom wrapping things and forbade me to come in.
I have a headache that makes me want to stab myself in the face.
I haven't actually drunk yet. But I've had virgin sorrel, ackee and saltfish, patty, and mince pies, home made. Maybe another...with Ting.
I think if you rub your face on the silpat mats it will make your headache go away.
pages tim to get the camera.
I'm *almost* willing to rub my face on the silpat mats just because I love them so much.
Drugs have been applied to the headache; hopefully they will smite it mightily.
I'm not a doctor, but it is my considered opinion that stabbing yourself in the face will make your overall head hurt more.
I was too spent to make egg nog (which actually doesn't look hard at all), but I am eating peppermint bark made for me by my nephew. Yum. I will make egg nog tomorrow, I've decided.
I'm not a doctor, but it is my considered opinion that stabbing yourself in the face will make your overall head hurt more.
But the stabbing would be to STAB THE PAIN.
Christmas eve
coffee at the local coffee shop
brunch at a friends that included many mimosas and at ;east 6 kids under 3 -- they like Matt's guitar,
napping and reading
then over to a friends house for mulled wine and snacks.
and I enjoyed the 12 days very much
Stabbing the pain kills it. I SWEAR THIS IS TRUE.
now the kitten is biting Matt's feet
I do have a friend who's uncle recommended at 2 by 4 to the back of the head as a cure - or at least a distraction from a sinus headache
