I can't explain why I'm doing this. Thanksgiving this year is just us and (probably) one of our close friends and his son - who would actually be made squirmy if I went all Martha on them. Christmas dinner will undoubtedly be held at my brother's condo complex clubhouse on paper plates, or not at all. I'm working New Year's Eve day, so no action there, either.
And yet...the season is here. And thus, I prepare for parties that aren't happening, gatherings that will be elsewhere, and dude...it's really rather pathetic, ain't it?
..ah well...the wine cabinet won't organize itself...
(Most. Boring. Person. Alive. I DEFY y'all to challenge me...)
(sent from my Treo)