The Mr. is out on the town in NYC right now. I am quite jealous of the holiday season NYC outing, even though it’s “work.” Sure, there’s a meeting in there somewhere – but there’s also several meals and yellow cabs and a hotel in Tribeca and SIGH. Don’t feel too bad for me, though, because I spent the day shopping with friends, just finished a glass of merlot, and am about to pop “Magic Mike” into the DVD player. AND I get to wear fleece. From head to toe.
So.
I had fun picking out some holiday gifts today. Do you like choosing gifts for people? I do….I realllllly do. And I’m good at it, if I do say so myself. When I see the right thing, I just know it and acquire it decisively. In a family “secret Santa” exchange, I am the most desired gift giver, I’ve been told. I don’t doubt it. I’m THAT good.
I’m also exceptionally good at buying things for me. One for a gift, two for me. Something like that.
It was a sort of holiday craft fair, a big one that comes to town the same week every year. In reality there are some crafts and a lot of cheaply produced Made in China crafty looking things. I bought a little of both, but mostly the crafty stuff. Including a necklace made out of a Tagua nut, from a tree in the Amazon. Pretty cool, eh? That one is for me, of course.
This craft fair has lots of food samples. I don’t eat them, though, because…..gross! Who wants to try a dip after 6,000 other people did? I tried to get a sample of the wine slushies they always give out, but the vendor lady was super stingy this year, probably because of the little old lady next to me who said, “Can I try ooooone more of these?” as she held up her tiny little plastic cup and slurred her words. HA!
Up until Thanksgiving, I was pretty obsessed with pumpkin. Pumpkin bread, pumpkin cheesecake, pumpkin spice in my yogurt, pumpkin pie smoothies – you name it. (That was a very Bubba Gump Shrimp moment there.) I am so predictable, in that as soon as Turkey Day came and went, I moved on to my cranberry obsession. So far it’s been dried cranberries in my oatmeal, a cranberry nut bar, and a weird little sandwich I created that I love. It’s on a toasted bagel or sandwich thin, with cream cheese on one side and kalamata olive hummus from Trader Joe’s on the other side. (Weird already, right?) Then I shove some dried cranberries into the cream cheese and the hummus and stuff it with as much fresh spinach as I can fit in the bread. YUM. Had one for dinner tonight. And it was probably better than whatever the Mr. is having for dinner in downtown Manhattan, don’t you think? (Humor me, folks.)
I’m stalling before watching “Magic Mike,” to make sure the little ones are asleep. They are both a little (cough, cough) sick, and there has been a lot of traipsing up and down the stairs in search of medicine, hugs, and sympathy. A movie in the background about male strippers might cheapen those moments, don’t you think?
Hopefully there won’t be anymore kid visits. I think I drugged them heavily enough, with shots of Mucinex and Advil and a teaspoon-of-honey chaser. Now that’s the good stuff.
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