although its been said many times, many ways....

Its Thursday! One day away from Friday! Two days away from Saturday! And you KNOW what that means! Saturday is the day that KP and I trim the christmas tree and Mr. Man hosts his 4th annual Holiday party. I will make some hot toddys and KP will make some egg nog...the house will be filled with Christmas cheer and the TV will glow brightly, this because I bought a DVD of a yuletide log burning in a festive fireplace. Its that time of the year again, where you listen to Jerry Vale and Bing Crosby and Nat King Cole sing the classics and you eat candy canes to dramatic excess. Its thanksgiving all over again but this time with less gourds and more presents, not to mention more snowflake sweaters. God, I love snowflake sweaters. There was a time in my life when I wore them exclusively. that worked when I lived in Switzerland, in fact was de riguer...it worked less when I moved back to LA. 

FUCK DAMMIT. 

As I was writing this all lost in the reverie of christmas pasts, I was called into the boss's office to organize the secret motherfucking santa. DAMMIT. 

UGH. 

ok. 

bye.

some sad news, followed by some non news

Marg Helgenberger and her husband of a lot of years have decided to get a divorce. So sad. Her husband, Alan Rosenberg, is the president of SAG. Hopefully this does not mean he's going to be more annoyed in general and more inclined to strike. That would put me out of a job. 

In other news, Marg has my ENTIRE name in her last name. 

Last night, as I walked to Tiffany's house my knee gave out, I limped most of the mile there. KP generously offered to give me a piggyback ride, I instead trudged on and meditated on the piercing pain. 

So this is what it is to get old. 

This is what it is to have your body fail you. 

What next? My elbows? My hands? My mind!?

I was pretty near despondent upon my arrival, rain soaked and an invalid. Luckily for me Tiff was quick with the Truffle Tremor goat cheese and lump crab meat salad.  Not to be outdone, KP went all out and got some Ritz crackers and Ferrer Rocher chocolate. I was already full when the main course of Oprah burgers and Cauliflower mash arrived, but I was back to normal. Ibuprofren had restored my ability to walk unaided and  the fine company restored my good humor and come-what-may attitude.  

Later that night, KP and I watched Britney: For the Record. Towards the end the wise pop princess, all softly lit and wistful said "I gotta stay positive everyday....life can be so cruel" As I rubbed my slightly sore knee I thought to myself..."So true Britney, so true."