December 24, 2005
The eve is nigh!
Overheard in Red Pegasus: “Oh my god! Mechanical sushi. Emily is Chinese. She’d totally love that.”
Overhead in Shoppers Drug Mart in the last minute gift aisle: “Nothing says ‘You destroyed my family your filthy whore’ like rat poison.”
Stuart received a letter from Santa Claus yesterday. Lynn Crosbie’s response to Hughes News is hilarious. We had a spontaneous brunch out. We’re having chicken fajitas for dinner tonight, in year two of that great tradition. And we’re watching Love Actually, a Christmas ode to Stuart’s homeland. I am on last minute gift-knitting duty. We’ve been eating Christmas baking for over a week now, and we’ve nearly gone off it (and nearly finished it). A year ago, we were due to work in the morn and a three year old was due to pee in my presence. Here’s hoping that nobody pees on my carpet tomorrow, and that all the snow hasn’t washed away. Merriest of Christmases to all and the goodest of goodnights.
