This is Charlie and Sadie wishing you a Happy Christmas, and if you don't celebrate Christmas, they're wishing you a really kickass Friday. Charlie is wearing his handsome green and red striped holiday sweater---very big for 2010, according to his sources in Paris---and Sadie is wearing what her embarrassing mother and father cloyingly refer to as her "pretty pretty Christmas dress."
Sean and I wish you a Happy Christmas too (or, you know, a kickass Friday, delete as appropriate) and hope you have a wonderful day with all your friends and family. Yesterday I made eggnog for the first time (the recipe called for a pint of cream and a pint of whiskey, which is MY KIND OF RECIPE) and today we spent the entire morning wrapping presents. If you are considering marriage, by the way, and are not entirely convinced, may I offer you a bullet for the "pro" side? It means you suddenly have a husband (or wife) to help you wrap presents. If I had realized this earlier, I probably wouldn't have waited twelve years to get married. If Sean had realized this, he probably would have waited twelve more.
Speaking of wrapping presents, I probably could have been done about a week ago if I didn't have this irritating perfectionist gene that pushes itself to the surface, combines with my competitive gene, and forces me to blow past the perfectly good Target wrapping paper and instead purchase things like mini candy canes and red shipping labels and come up with ridiculous cutesy packaging schemes like this:
This is the first vaguely crafty thing I've done since the wedding, and the minute I picked up the white pen to start writing on those labels, I kid you not, my shoulders relaxed like a junkie picking up the crack pipe.
"This is what my life has been missing for the last three months!" I thought. "Creating pretty things that serve no actual purpose!"
Happy Christmas, everyone! Let's get together again next week and compare notes.