Our Xmas party invitations promised mulled wine (forgot to make it), festive music (no idea where we thought that was going to come from--we were far too soused to play our guitars, let alone sing), and sweet and savory taste treats (many of which I found in the fridge later--neglected to put them out during the evening)...Nonetheless, with some 40 souls aboard (so to speak), our first (annual?) Island Yule soiree was, thanks to the excellent company--and I do admit to doing an excellent job with the decor (Miranda and I started on November 24th)--surely a success. Cousin Catherine got the prize for being from the farthest away: Ottawa. Distanced from her native time zone, she retired for a wee nap towards the end of the proceedings, and Miranda suddenly noticed the absence of our honoured guest--and this is definitely the quote of the week from our little cynic:
Miranda: But WHERE is COUSIN CATHERINE?!
Me: Oh, she went upstairs for a little rest.
Miranda: She's probably dead.
She wasn't, of course. And on that happy note, I'll sign off for now. Coming up this week, our friend Cathy's 40th b-day bash here on the Island (Sat.), Miranda's Christmas party at her Montessori school (Thurs.), and my 42nd birthday (Fri.)...Oh, and somewhere in there I need to finish marking all my term papers and final exams. By the time it's all over, I'll probably be dead. Tired, that is.
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