We did NOT go shopping (well, except for food - we shop for food every 3.9 hours here). Kohl's at 2am with a bunch of crazed bargain hunters sounds worse than a week's worth of water boarding.
We DID go to McDonalds (a reward to the punks for behaving more or less admirably during a portrait session for their grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary). After the lovely woman took all the kids' orders for Happy Meals, she asked what I wanted. I wasn't that hungry - I had just had my jillion calorie Venti Mocha - so I said fries and hot chocolate. Ahem. She looked at me, patted her chest and said, "You're nursing? No, no! You need protein! You need a grilled chicken breast. How about a salad too?" Well, she spoke with such maternal authority - sort of like my mom, plus sixty pounds - so I couldn't say no. And she gave me the hot chocolate for free.
We DID endure many rounds of playing Batman Guys with Will. And learned - once again - that anyone who believes gender is a social construct does not have children: Colette played too, except instead of fighting with the guys like Will, brought some of her dolls to be Batman's "mommy."
We DID invite our church's Monsignor (pronounced Mon-ZANE-or by Will. Sort of makes one picture a crazed drunk with a bishop hat on. Our Monsignor is nothing of the sort.) over for dinner. Why? I'm not sure; probably because the Holy Spirit moved me. So Phil (who is NOT Catholic!) obligingly made his specialty - lasagna with homemade everything - and spent all of Sunday stewing, chopping, whipping and saute-ing. Finally, the hour came when Mon-ZANE-or was supposed to arrive. We waited (rather nervously, I suppose, since sinners like us reek a mile away). And then Mon-ZANE-or called to say he had to go administer last rites.
I hadn't really thought about a priest being on call like a doctor, but so they are. So if you're in town, come on over: we have a LOT of lasagna.
By the way, do you have holiday parties to go to? I have TWO: one is formal-ish for PVT's entire company at a hotel. The other is tricky: it is just for PVT's group within the company, and it is held in a private home. A very CHI CHI private home. So - holiday casual? Except the last time we went to an event there, the CHI CHI hostess was wearing a plaid shirt, denim capris, and fuchsia-streaked hair.
I DUNNO, people. But I'm sure my friends at Nordstrom will help me out.