The OFKAR arrived home safely last night (bearing tales of other travelling students planning to sleep in the Montreal airport last night because they couldn't get home to New York, poor things). The presents are all wrapped and under the tree, and the cat is getting increasingly annoyed that the best sleeping spots under the warmest tree lights are diminishing. It's sort of a feline version of the shrinking of the icebergs, and she is getting justifiably concerned.
The seal has now been broken on the gluttonous season, and a few batches of cookies have already been tinned up. The high holy day of cookie baking - the annual Subversive Shortbread Showdown - is planned for later this afternoon. So expect some photos of decapitated Santas, anatomically correct snowmen, and perhaps an Iggy Pop or two in the coming days. Despite the fact that in real life Mr Pop looks like he has never eaten a cookie in his entire life.
The Zombies have even been to a couple of lovely parties in the last two evenings. I am not sure what's wrong with us, but we are feeling distinctly non-curmudgeonly this winter. There is even talk of attending a New Year's Eve party, for the first time since we all Y2K'd our way into a decade of hiding in our basements.
It's not our fault, this unaccustomed need to socialize so extensively. I totally blame the Urban Blonde for hosting that swank yet cozy gathering on Friday night, and I am still shaking my head at Stan and Dorian for the amazing blowout birthday/Christmas bash last night. I have not seen so many people crammed into one house since my university days, but back then we were lucky if we were served a bag of Old Dutch salt and vinegar chips at those blowouts. University me would have broken down and wept with joy at the sight of all those groaning tables piled high with food that was not even from M&Ms.
So for those who requested photographic evidence of the new haircut, the pictures in this post are me prior to gaining 25 pounds this Christmas.
Oh look, it just started to snow lightly. May be time for some Bailey's after all.