Hurry! The party starts tomorrow night. Our realtor dropped off a golden trough (literally) of chocolate treats, the spa is being refilled, Mom has prepared mass quantities of fudge and caramels, the Netflix canister is filled with films ranging from the sublime (All About Eve) to the ridiculous (Stepbrothers, Tropic Thunder), and there's snow on the Bay Area hilltops. Christmas is here. I'm glad you will be, too.
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!I'm instructing Moom to bring the golden trough when she picks us up tomorrow night, so I can't make any guarantees there will still be some left by Monday. And thanks. Thanks a lot. Now I have Final Countown stuck in my head.