So now I have to talk about other things . . . hmmm.
Let's talk about tv shows for just a second. The season finale of So You Think You Can Dance was tonight, but I haven't watched it yet. I'm going to be decently happy with any outcome, as I pretty much like all the remaining dancers. My prediction is Russell, which might be the choice of my heart. But you won't hear me crying if Ellenore, Jakob, or Kathryn win. I think it would be weird if either Ryan or Ashleigh won, and I think they're definitely not the strongest dancers, but it won't break my heart either.
And while I'm thinking about tv, if I ever meet the inventor of the DVR, I will probably kiss him (or her) fiercely. DVR is brilliant. Just sayin'.
I've been running the dishwasher up a storm this week. I did all that Christmas baking (Jess's sampling pictured at right) over the weekend, and by the time I got finished with all the batches of whatever late Saturday night, I didn't have it in my heart to do dishes. So it's been a gradual process tackling the mess. Plus I made soup for ornament exchange on Sunday and actually cooked dinner for myself last night, and Jess eats and dirties dishes on a fairly regular basis herself. Yes, I'm trying to justify why it's taken me days to clean up the mess. But why not waste several sentences on something I could have summed up in a word: lazy with a capital Z.
I think I was supposed to cover current events somewhere in the break blog, but reality tv is going to have to be good enough. I've got tv to watch and that amazing cream cheese thing to make for work Susan's birthday. I have this overwhelming need to bust out the camera and do a Pioneer-Woman-style cooking post about it, but then people might see the background mess of my kitchen and never eat anything I make ever again. Plus I'd also have to find the cable for my camera, and that's as lost as my address book.
Did I tell you that one? I went on a lengthy hunt for my address book so I could work on my Christmas cards. And though I'm practically famous for not being able to find my butt with both hands, I did a thorough but fruitless job of looking. But thanks to the miracle of internet stalking, I was able to get almost all the addresses I needed. No, your information isn't safe. Just thought you should know.