Advance Santa

Poor Rob. I really need to think about changing my birthday when I change my name. Having to work all weekend and attend our friend's Holiday Party and remember my birthday a week before Christmas and go holiday shoping caused my beloved to go into a bit of overload. We did have a nice time on Sunday with my Mom and Dad, going out to an Italian restaurant near them. I got some lovely gifts from family and friends...for which I am truly touched and very very blessed.
Joe and Dimitri's party was, as always, a FABULOUS affair. Apparently I am not only known for my balls, (I make "sweet and sour" style meatballs that is engraved in stone that I MUST make them) now I am requested to make raspberry truffle martini's for future soirees. (Delighful winter drink... raspberry vodka, Bailey's and Godiva liquor, with a swirl of chocolate) Angus got bombed and invited everyone at Joe's party to our wedding... people whom I had not sent an invitation to, and had not planned on inviting. Joy and Rapture. Remind me to smack the Irishman.
Now we are in full week before Christmas mode... shopping, wrapping, and cooking what I can in advance along with a trip to Maine for the night to deliver presents to the co-best man, his wife, and daughter, whom I adore. Of course Rob comes down with a 24 hour flu of hell.... better or worse, sickness and in health.