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The puppies, they are not real.

December 28, 2004

Boy, it sure is great to finally be back in the office! Yes sir, after nearly a week off I'm refreshed and firing - on all four cylinders!

Good thing the server's down. Whew, for a second there I thought I might actually get some work done.

We had a good Christmas this year; if you're hosting a holiday meal I highly recommend doing brunch instead of dinner. First of all: coffee, and lots of it! Also, eggs are easy to cook. Finally, french toast - made with croissants. You can't go wrong. Well, actually, I have totally burned french toast before (uhhh...."caramelized", that is) so you CAN go wrong, but if you keep the heat down around medium and don't wander off to check your email or something, it's hard to go wrong.

I gave JB a mini iPod this year, he gave me a gorgeous Coach bag. Mmmmm....crass consumerism. My family also gave me some wonderful gifts like shoes, jewelry, books, and - well, my aunt Linda gave me a pillow that has stuffed Lab puppies sewn to it, as pictured in the photo link down there and to the left. I don't exactly know what to do with it (other than annoy Dog by making her pose near it for photos), but I love it very very much. I'm actually thinking of sewing snaps on the puppies so they can be snapped off and cuddled and - why are you looking at me like that?

It was great to have my family over, everyone together and joking and laughing. We don't see each other often enough.

If I'm going to be home next Christmas, I need to remember to buy groceries ahead of time. When the evening rolled around, we found ourselves driving around our neighborhood in search of an open grocery store or pizza place (nothing celebrates the birth of jebus quite like pepperoni, after all), but had to settle for mongolian chicken at the surprisingly busy Chinese place up the road. It turned out to be a fun evening, sitting in front of Napoleon Dynamite with chopsticks.

Oh, and I learned something - if you, as the girlfriend or wife or whatever, ever mention even the slightest interest in something like this, you WILL get it as holiday gift. It's for you! Just for you! Except for the part where it's sort of really for him.


I wore a black fleece shirt to work today and boy am I regretting it. Not only is the temperature inconsistent as always, so right now I'm all sweaty, but I seem to be having a dry scalp issue today. You know, "dry scalp"? Um, it's dry?

Okay FINE I am talking about DANDRUFF here.

Short of running home and putting on a white shirt, the only thing I can do is brush at my shoulders every, oh, I don't know, thirty seconds or so. I know, gross - I could reenact the Ally Sheedy scene in Breakfast Club if I wanted to (I just googled that to make sure I had her name right and did you know she supposedly used parmesan cheese to simulate dandruff? FASCINATING). This happens to me every now and then in the winter because of the dried-out air, and my cure is to use Neutrogena's brand of barftacular shampoo (it smells exactly like Deet mosquito repellant), but that does me no good right now, does it? Nope, all I can do is scratch my head and hum "Let it snow".


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