Yesterday I finished writing the Nickelodeon pilot with Christian and Valerie and it came out great! But it takes a lot of time to do it right and in the midst of all this, I'm supposed to be shopping and I feel all this Christmas pressure. Plus Matt had a birthday last weekend- right around Christmas! It's insane.
I mean yes, he's adorable and wonderful and he's been working out a lot lately (and getting even hunkier!) but still, to have a boyfriend with a pre-Christmas birthday? I blame his parents for being so thoughtless!
But before I started writing the pilot, I told Matt that I would have a birthday party and it was scheduled for last Saturday. I invited all Matt's friends and suddenly and my son was going to be with me all day since his Dad had to work. Dart (I've shortened my son's fictional name) really wanted Christmas tree. And how do I say no? That would be so super Scroogy.
So I'm running around trying to get Matt's party together, making appetizers and a red velvet cake. (I never made one and always wanted to, but it came out more pink velvet than red. I used a whole tube of food coloring gel and it made me realized that to get that real red color you must have to use like 2 whole bottles of red food coloring-so actually they're really toxic! And one of my guests told me that the next day he pooped pink, so I don't recommend making them. But I digress.)
And I take a break to take Dart for a Christmas tree. The first place we looked, a 7 foot tree was....$250.00!!! I thought we were in a recession! And the lowest priced tree there was 150! Isn't that insane? They even had a few branches that they'd mounted on wood and they were trying to sell them for $50. I told Dart we had to keep looking.
I rushed home, got everything ready for the party, and it was great. Everyone was very upbeat and funny, but towards the end of the party I was so tired that I swear people were talking but I was just aware of their lips moving. I'm sure there were many witty bon mots, but I had no idea what they were saying.
Next day, back to writing the pilot and shopping for Christmas presents for my son's teachers. I love them for their hard work and dedication, and I guess they really will appreciate gift certificates from Starbucks but while I was standing in line, I was silently cursing them and Christmas.
But today Dart and I went to a part of town that doesn't have it's head up it's ass and got a really beautiful tree for $70. And we're decorating right now and this year I'm going to make sure and place all the ornaments high enough so that Soupi my dog doesn't eat them and have to get rushed to the vet like last year. (See last year's blog when Soupi ate a straight pin and I had to look through her poop for 3 weeks. Sorry there's so much discussion of poop in this entry!)
And for just this moment, I don't hate Christmas. Wait until I'm standing in line at Best Buy tomorrow!
If there are any typo's in this, I'm sorry. Arianna Huffington said when you blog you're supposed to just go with your first draft and not overwork it. So, that's what I did.