I have a funny face.

I was going to try to write a blog without a picture, really I was. What can I say? I'm weak.

We went to Taylor's Non-Denominational Holiday Bash this evening and ate many a delicious food. It was a potluck but because I'm inherently lazy and occasionally unimaginative (and inherently inherent, according to Barb) I brought a bag of salad with me. C'est la Vie.

You should all know that Taylor makes excellent gingerbread cookies. Possibly the best in the entire world. I suppose, strictly on principle, I should sample gingerbread cookies from around the globe to conclusively and scientifically prove that Taylor's are simply the best. Not that I would enjoy it or anything.

Also, Taylor and James are awesome and asked me to be their stage manager for the Frost Week one acts. Yay! I'm sure I'll be riddled with anxiety at some date in the near future about letting everyone down in a spectacular fashion ('cause that's the way I roll) but right now I'm simply relishing.

Relish? Weird that that means both enjoyment and a pickle-based condiment. Just sayin'.

It's just me in the house right now. I know I should be out destroying brain cells with vodka as is my duty as a university student but in my warm socks, listening to Bobby Darin, I just can't bring myself to care.

Bonsoir mon petite fromages.