My husband is upstairs wrapping my excellent Christmas presents. (We exchange on New Years. Lovely habit that.)

I know what I'm getting because he's awful at subtly but excellent at keeping secrets. I found him out though - because he had to measure my feet.

So I dont have time for a clever meme or a nostalgic post. Im sipping a glass of red wine after cleaning the basement from 7 something ish to 9:36 by the light of the kitchen stove.

So here's my quick notes:

1. Cindy and I need to get together. Cindy, can you come to our Wed plaything next week? Starts at 9:45. There. Done. Ive asked. I'll call you. I expect to see you.
2. I didn't realize I could use Google Reader and follow blogs. God I'm a dumbass.
3. I need to ask Cheek how he gets those music clips up. I have an o8 playlist to post.
4. I should check vmail. It's been days.
5. Lionel Richie should thank his lucky stars his daughter is such a douche bag (preHarlow) because it put him back on the map and he's significantly underrated in todays culture.
6. I'm inordinately excited that Idol is starting soon.
7. I'm sad that Pushing daisis is getting cancelled.
8. My feet are cold.
9. I need a snack
10. I have resolution sto think of. One includes making more pies in o9. I -HEART-pie.

Happy New Year.