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Merry Christmas.

Henry and the presents

Henry knows every present under the tree by heart, because he sits and stares at them for long periods of time.  When we're home alone I ask if he'd like to open just one (we could re-wrap and no one would know!) and he tells me that we must wait for Christmas.  Who is this young man with self control?

It's 2am and I can't sleep because I'm so excited for Christmas morning.  The presents and waffles, champagne and new pajamas...  Henry made sure we put out the fire before he went to bed tonight.  He didn't want Santa to get burned.

I hope I don't get burned either, because we're off to Mexico...

Asta luego! See you in 2008.

"Umm, Tonight Got A Little Weird Towards The End"*

It isn't the easiest thing to throw a party in another city, at someone else's house.  Some might even say that I didn't, considering I showed up after all the prep was done and earned myself the "Fondon't Award", which I don't think has ever actually been awarded before...

My gracious and wonderful co-hosts put together a fantastic 10th Annual Family Fondue and I put together this totally awesome video to remember it by:

It should be said that there was only one light bulb with which to light my production.  We need better art direction next year. (It's a step down from last year's video, featuring me making three whole Christmas cookies.)

I also tried to get everyone to kiss under the mistletoe and woke up the next morning with enough social remorse to last me until next year.

*said by the last party guest as they left the after, after party at 5:30am.

Everyone Wants to Be Found

What did he say to her? 

The answer is probably "unscripted gibberish", but the beauty and magic is supposed to be in your own imagination.

In the final, emotional scene of one of my favorite movies, Sophia Coppola's Lost in Translation, Bill whispers something to Charlotte and we don't get to hear it.  Then the ethereal sound of Jesus and Mary Chain's, "Just like Honey" begins and (no matter how many times I watch it) I burst into tears, during one of the most simple and beautiful goodbyes ever to be filmed.

A friend emailed me over the weekend to tell me that the whisper has been revealed. I wasn't going to watch, but I love a spoiler and so I did and I thought it was lame. 

That's not what he said to her in my mind.

Hello Lover

I will not apologize for how excited I am to see this movie:

Speaking of love, New York and cheese...

Someone said cheese, right?

The Annual Family Fondue party is moving back to the Big Apple for its 10th year anniversary. So we're packing up the fondue pot and heading east.

I'm also trying to figure out how to pack a three-tiered oyster tray and it's not looking good...

Fruit of the Loom

Are you at all surprised that Henry chose pink underwear?