So I've wrapped everything that I have to wrap and today I need to make the chicken salad which should take about twenty minutes and my house is dark because of those tarps and it's gray outside anyway. Tonight we're going to Lily's house for a Christmas Eve cocktail and whores durve party.
Hors d'oeuvres. Which, according to Google is how you spell that word. Spell check seems to agree. I like whores durve better.
Do you realize I have not eaten one Christmas cookie?
No. Do not congratulate me on my will power. I simply haven't been anywhere where one might be offered. Such as a party. I imagine I'll eat a few tonight.
I should take a walk.
Oh hell no. That is not going to happen today.