My New Year's Gift To You: A Rambling, Incoherent Post! Oh, And A Picture Of A Pumpkin With Syphilis!
It has been awhile since I've written and I feel bad about it, you know, disappointing the three of you out there reading. Oh wait I forgot my mom doesn't have a computer. This post is for the two of you.
Before plunging into the New Year and all the excitement of our vacation (that we are still on. We will be missing the first day of school tomorrow. Don't tell the authorities.) I must do the obligatory Christmas wrap up!!
The holidays were awesome, in spite of the following:
1) Lost internet and cable TV for five straight days. ADELPHIA SUCKS.
2) Got screamed at by a senile, 500-year old neighbor
3) Accidentally invited my gynecologist to our holiday cocktail party
But first the awesomeness!!
This was my favorite day. It was the first weekend after the madness and we mustered up the balls to say 'NO' to any plan that required us to be anywhere at a specific time. This day we stayed in our pajamas most of the day, and then baked cookies for around three hours while we played Christmas carols and Rigel finished putting up lights. It felt like a scene straight out of "It's A Wonderful Life" except without all the sad parts.
We baked up these beauties.
Unfortunately the girls thought they were too pretty to eat, so they are still sitting on our kitchen counter. We haven't been home for a week, so I'm a little afraid of what they look like now. Here's what happened the last time we forgot to take care of Organic Foodstuffs Decorated In Celebration Of A Holiday:
Further confirmation of my poor housekeeping skills! Although, in my defense this tragedy was covered up by a construction paper antler hat that Kiyomi had worn in the school holiday show, so it wasn't like I just was ignoring this putrid pile of rotting squash sitting on the shelf in my children's bedroom. The girls screamed when they saw it, and then I came running in and screamed, too, and then we all made gagging noises while Rigel picked it up with his bare hands and threw it away.
To get your mind off that disturbing image, feast your eyes on this present I bought myself:
I have been wanting one of these for years and now I feel like a new woman. Rigel says he is worried that I'm using words like 'lust' and 'love' when referring to a cooking vessel but I've seen the way he looks at that guitar of his.
I was going to get into the stories about my encounter with the shriveled, feral neighbor and my mistaken invitation to my OB/GYN but that is just too much excitement and intrigue for just one post. I'll save it for when I get back from our trip, when I will upload some fascinating pictures of us eating breakfast in our hotel and sitting with pigeons Union Square. I'M HERE TO BLOW YOUR MINDS, PEOPLE.