So last night, I worked on Christmas cards and watched Funny People. It was actually the most heartwarming crass movie I have ever seen. I watched it one and a half times, and though I have basically been worn out with Adam Sandler since the inception of his career, I sort of love him in this movie. It generally has a self-deprecating tone towards all his other movies, and it makes me feel better about him. Seth Rogan was absolutely endearing and all the cameos and other actors were just great. I recommend it, but bear in mind that it is CRASS. OH SO CRASS.
I enjoyed it so much I stayed up a bit later than intended, as I was getting up at 5:15 AM for an 11.2 mile run. I made it to bed a bit before 10:00 PM, but I am currently having a (nerd-alert) huge cross word puzzle love affair. I have a new New York times book of Monday/Tuesday crosswords, so they are very pleasant to do in bed. Anyway, I got involved with one of those, so it was 10:15 PM before I turned out my light.
Now, when I woke up this morning, it was supposed to be cold and snowy, but of course it was rather warm and rainy. So, I had to change out my clothes and turn on all the lights in the bedroom and dig through my drawers to find cooler clothes. This put me a bit late to the park, and I held up my group. It all worked out, and I ran 11.2 miles with Ed and Lynn. They were a great group, and I felt like I pushed myself a bit. I rather meant to run longer, but by the time I got to the car I was wet and the temperature was dropping and I headed home. Eleven miles is nothing to sneeze at, but I felt a little guilty as everyone else evened out the a solid 12 miles and Ed even tacked on more. At home I napped a bit, before beginning Christmas card madness. I can't even talk about Christmas card madness, but it is coming to a mailbox near you.
Now after Christmas card madness, I began to get ready for our neighborhood's Christmas party. Elliott had brought me home a bottle of organic wine, which I decided to try while I was in the getting ready stage. I walked from my desk to my bedroom to get earrings, and immediately heard a crash. When I responded to the crash by sprinting through the house like Usain Bolt in heels, I found Ivan looking like the Pig's Blood Scene from Carrie. He had somehow reached my glass of wine and dumped it directly on top of his head and onto his party outfit. The wine glass shattered all over the floor, and I just dumped a full bottle of Spray and Wash with Resolve Power on the wine stains and took Ivan to the tub and put him in. In the tub, I noticed that Ivan left a bloody handprint on the tiles. SO, we also had an injury and by the time Ivan got out of the bath and had a band-aid and a new (and inferior) party outfit we were an hour and a half late to a party we had no business taking a baby to in the first place.
At the party, Ivan was reasonably behaved, and we were able to catch up with our neighbors as it was a neighborhood party. While at the party, one of my neighbors asked how old my husband and I were. When I told them that I was 33 and my husband was 44, she responded by saying, "Well, your husband doesn't look 44". Which means what, neighbor?? Does it mean that I look my age, and he doesn't. I swear, I almost shed tears into my plate of brie and crackers. I mean it had been a hard night. I had been awake since 5:15 AM and had a major wine glass disaster before we walked out the door. I totally need a vacation.
Watching SNL with James Franco!!!
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