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Oh, thank God! We can all rest a little easier knowing that the last of the Dilettante chocolate covered fruits is gone.

--Melanie

I try to keep a hand in. Y'know, like by reading enough in the newspaper about the hot TV shows so that I can at least converse about them at cocktail parties. But actually watch them? Heavens, no. That would be so...

Well, so...addictive for one thing. That's what happened when I finally watched the first season of Grey's Anatomy.

It started innocently enough. I downloaded a couple of episodes to my Mac for my long haul trip to New Zealand over Thanksgiving. Pretty soon, I was watching a show every couple of nights. Within a few weeks, I had burned through the entire nine shows.

Last night, I was left hanging with Meredith having been brought face to face with McDreamy's mysterious wife. I had to have more. I got in my car and cruised down to the shady highrise where my dealer lives (at least figuratively speaking) and downloaded the next 34 episodes overnight from iTunes.

Now, I'm thinking about starting to use during the day. I might need an intervention.

--Melanie

...on our blog, at least. For a week, I haven't been able to open our page, for fear that **someone** would see my last post about a certain Northerly, Crimson-wearing Hirsute Gentleman and the vulcanized simian error correction devices He will be bringing in several days.


So....


Ahhh, yesssss, I really need to stretch this out...


Um, so...cooking a Crown Pork Roast for Christmas. And you? Never done it before, not sure why doing it this year. Could be masochism plain and simple.


Okay, I think that about does it. My blog is safe for prying small eyes once again.

Not that this means I'll be posting any more often.


I have a Crown Pork Roast to prepare.

I just love tossing that off lightly, can't you tell?


Did I mention, I'm cooking a Crown--

Right.

--Melanie

How much do I love my daughter? Well, last week I drove 30 miles to Walmart to buy mega Foohys , because it's the only thing she wants from Santa. And then, of course, I loved her so much that I had to buy out all five sets of them. I'm not obsessed with these impossible-to-find little critters after days of scouring the internet, eBay, and even calling the company that makes them. Let's just say that I was trying to ensure I never have to drive 60 miles for a 96 cent eraser at Walmart again.

And if that wasn't enough, today I paid $12.99 for a handwritten letter from a Santa telling her all about how the elves were working away on her Foohys. I really think it's going to work, even in the face of major doubting this year...I'm hoping the clincher will be my personally written p.s. message blathering on about how her parents are too old to believe and that it's not their fault and don't show them this letter etc etc. I can't wait to see how she takes it.

--Melanie

It's been an autumn of loss and mourning...and, man, does Boris Karloff have on a lot of eyeliner in that picture!

Sorry, I got sidetracked there for a minute. As I was saying, my two PCs pretty much gave up the ghost, and I finally decided that it would be much more cost effective, not to mention time-efficient to just get a new computer instead of sitting around filing my nails while waiting for multiple reboots each day, not to mention surfing the web at molasses speed.

When I visited my friendly CompUSA store, however, they informed me that I would be forcibly converted to Windows Vista if I upgraded my hardware.

My solution? So pretty, so shiny. The screen: so wide! It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a MacBook Pro running XP.

Believe it or not, I haven't even spent five minutes on the Mac side of things with that computer. It sits on my desk like a big brother to my friendly little white MacBook. Two tastes that taste great together. And now I'm back to getting things done at the speed of light. Hurrah! Not that you can count on me being any more diligent with the blogging...especially since I just found out that we'll probably be hosting the extended in-law family (all thirty umpteen billion of them) for Christmas.

--melanie

I went to an antique store today to do some holiday shopping and found the lunch box I had when I was in second grade. At first I thought it was a really cool find, then I thought. Hey, wait a cotton-picking second there.

--Kelly