Christmas Prep
Sunday, December 7, 2003. Entry #237

Welcome to Holidailies, where certain members of the journal community make a pledge to update our journals on a daily basis as a special Christmas gift to you, our loyal readers.

Sunday was spent mostly with cleaning and tidying the house for Christmas.

The annual Non-Trad is next weekend, and the place needs to be spotless for the filthy masses to descend and take over.

Heh. Okay, not filthy exactly. A lot of good friends and fun folks all sharing good food and holiday cheer. It's one of our favorite traditions of the year.

Of course we won't be there for most of it.

The weekend of the 13th is bad. It's the Non-Trad. It's Lisa's work party. It's my work party. Months ago Lisa bought a pretty Audrey Hepburn-style dress and she needs a chance to wear it. My work party is a fun-money casino, so we're going to head there, scarf down the expensive buffet, fun some fake money, then head home to clean up the dregs of the Dutch Indonesian potluck that is the theme of the Non-Trad.

And for Lisa to make a triumphant entrance in her pretty, pretty dress of course.

We can't afford to get the tree until Friday, but we've cleaned out a corner in preparation. So we have this big empty expanse at one end of the room. It's weird.

Hopefully we won't have too much more to do. This week is going to be nuts all by itself, what with convention meetings, my marathon dental appointment Wednesday, shopping, laundry and everything. Holidays are fun, right?

Anyway. Hope you have a good week.

Haven't talked about Thursday's Survivor because I'm SO ANGRY! What are those women DOING? A plum opportunity to bump either the biggest jerkwad (Jon) or the biggest physical threat (Burton) and WHO do they turf? Christa??

All I can say is that the physical stress, lack of food, proper hygiene and bedding must be getting to them, because they are getting stupider every freaking day. My hopes to see Jon go bye-bye are waning rapidly.

Next week's picks: Maybe if I stop picking Jon, he'll go. Okay, my pick for next week is Lillian. She really is too nice to stay.

In Ancient Times...
On Monday, December 4, 2000, I crafted timeless text about Lisa sneaking home to see me.
On Friday, December 7, 2001, I wrote exciting prose on The Anvil of God.
And on Saturday, November 30, 2002, I penned a perfect passage on finishing my novel.

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