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It was a Kate Spade Christmas! Is it wrong to be so happy about presents? I know that's very Lisa Frank of me, but crumbs. I just don't think about RECEIVING presents anymore, so when I get great gifts it's a total shock. I got a book on Victorian eroticism! Three amazingly gorgeous and functional bags! The Bourne collection! (with passport!) And best of all, I had a lovely time with my family and Colin. If Tash and my brother had been there it would have been absolute perfection. Something to hope for next year...
I love how Renee updates her journal at work. She always looks engrossed in work -- I guess that's the thespian in you, Renee! I can't pull that off -- I always look quite scrambly when someone comes up on me reading online gossip (this happens constantly...)
I have the week off for the first time since I started at MGH!!! Now, I promised Colin I'd clean the apartment today, but am I cleaning the apartment today? No, I am not. I am reading Tim Gunn and Decca Mitford and dancing around with the kittens listening to Fergie and Amy Winehouse on my MP3 player. And I watched Gilmore Girls. And I'm not apologizing.
Why am I anxious? I keep thinking about work, which is not healthy. Every Christmas, people tell me I should be a personal shopper and gift-wrapper. Will somebody find me that job? I don't think that would keep me up at night or intrude on my kitty dance-time. I really don't. I think it would be heaven. Pay me to shop; I'll wear beaded cardigans every day and shop...and it will be 1953, which suits me because I look marvelous in hats.
I love how Renee updates her journal at work. She always looks engrossed in work -- I guess that's the thespian in you, Renee! I can't pull that off -- I always look quite scrambly when someone comes up on me reading online gossip (this happens constantly...)
I have the week off for the first time since I started at MGH!!! Now, I promised Colin I'd clean the apartment today, but am I cleaning the apartment today? No, I am not. I am reading Tim Gunn and Decca Mitford and dancing around with the kittens listening to Fergie and Amy Winehouse on my MP3 player. And I watched Gilmore Girls. And I'm not apologizing.
Why am I anxious? I keep thinking about work, which is not healthy. Every Christmas, people tell me I should be a personal shopper and gift-wrapper. Will somebody find me that job? I don't think that would keep me up at night or intrude on my kitty dance-time. I really don't. I think it would be heaven. Pay me to shop; I'll wear beaded cardigans every day and shop...and it will be 1953, which suits me because I look marvelous in hats.