Also known as my living room. Or the kitchen. Or the whole house in general, really.
Thanksgiving was a hit. Just ask these sexy bitches. It's just that between the gluttony of Thursday and the chauffering of the in laws on Friday, Saturday and Sunday, I have not had time to get my shit together. In the moments that I have, there were always 1, 2 or 4 people trailing me with more mess.
I'm so fucking tired today that I can't even see straight.
My coffee table is littered with sushi take-out and unwritten Christmas cards. The fridge is stacked high with every starch invented, but yet we still needed our fix of "food prepared by others." Anyone want to tell me again that I don't have a problem?
Despite the complete and total disarray of my house, my life, my underwear drawer, I am a quarter of the way through that French Laundry post. Maybe it will be your Christmas present. Because Jesus Christ it's taken me a long time to write that freakin' thing, don't you think?
If you don't hear from me within the week, it means I'm buried under leftover pecan pie and guest linens.
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld