Sweet sassy molassy! Am I really only posting once a week now? I'm so lame, I'm not even going to try and make excuses. Suffice it to say my business and my busy-ness lately has me in a state of disarray (the kind where you forget to mail your water bill, miss doctor's appointments, and remember that you RSVP'd "oui" for three events that are happening on the same evening at the exact same time...)
I think Alec Baldwin is hilarious. Just hearing his voice makes me laugh. I've sent his very specific phone messages to two friends (so far). You can make your own here (unless you're Aleigh and don't think Alec is a riot).
My friend Charlie left me a voicemail message Saturday night while he was getting ready for his annual holiday party (formerly in Charleston, now in Austin, which is why I wasn't in attendance). It made me weepy, mostly because Charlie's holiday parties are legendary, but also because I miss him and I feel like so many of my dear friends have moved away. Oh, and also because I can't drink Veuve anymore. Or anything else.
I still haven't put the tree up. I know I will, but I think I'm putting it off until the last minute because it's sort of depressing to decorate your house for the holidays alone. I'm not complaining, because I'd rather be single than in a shitty relationship, but there's something about hanging those little ornaments with the Charlie Brown Christmas Special on in the background that is just so f*cking SAD when you're doing it by yourself. Is it the holidays or is it me? (and did I totally just sound like Carrie Bradshaw just now? Jesus.)
I've gotten more than half of my holiday shopping done online this year. I found the annual Christmas Crackers at TJ Maxx for way cheap (Christmas dinner is always at my house and the family expects them). I'm actually going back for a second 90-minute long yoga class tonight, even though the first one felt like punishment. And my final randomness: I think I might want a pair of Uggs (this pair), even though I always thought "Ugg" stood for "Ugg-ly." But my cold feet want what all cold feet want...a warm pair of boots.