Tonight we will ice some

Tonight we will ice some cookie people and then decapitate them. Red icing will flow. Vanilla flavored red icing. I will also be proceeding directly to Krista’s to partake in our coveted Apprentice night. I’m trying very hard not to think about it as non-Lost night, but honestly we watched the Claire episode last night? With the psychic? And creepy Ethan? Holy balls! I’m a little concerned because we counted the Season One discs and there are seven of them, one of which is special scenes. We are on the third disc, meaning we are almost halfway DONE and I don’t think I entered into this Lost relationship fully realizing that there would come a time when there would be no more Lost. What will I do! Willow has informed me that she has a friend who is TiVoing the current season for her, so she will be able to make a smooth, commercial-free transition. AM I GOING TO HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL THE SECOND SEASON COMES OUT ON DVD?? Won’t that take a really long time? Should I fly out to Portland to watch TiVo with Willow?

Remember when I was making fun of that knot.com message board thread about people missing wedding planning and having post-wedding depression and there was the one lady who wasn’t even getting married for a year, but was posting because she was anticipating missing wedding planning? That is me and Lost. There is no difference. I am a crazy lady. Is there a message board I can join?

I missed the first half of ANTM because I forgot it came on at 8:00 instead of 9:00 and we were watching the Claire episode. So I only caught the end, which was the perfect time to hear Miss J tell one of the models that she needed to pretend she was wearing taffeta all the time and that he wanted to feel more “Cruncha cruncha” (or something) coming from her. Models should always exude cruncha cruncha.

So I think J and I may be on our own for Christmas this year. We usually head to Denver, but I slacked on getting plane tickets and now they cost approximately one trillion dollars. Which is a lot! Anyway, I’ve never not spent Christmas with my family, so this will be a little weird. The only point of reference my brain is giving about a Couple’s First Christmas is that we’re supposed to be huddled in a sparse apartment with a Charlie Brown tree drinking cocoa and listening to old carols on the crap stereo. I would have tried to make a delicious seven-course meal, but the oven would have broken and the hot water run out and I would have accidentally added powdered soap to the cookie dough instead of sugar, and that whole mess would be in the background.

Don’t you feel sad for us? Well don’t worry, because we’ll find a way to exchange small but meaningful gifts and the cats will join in the huddle and the music will swell aaaand…pan out to snowy street! See, it all works out in the end.

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