Yesterday I delivered goody trays around town; that's approximately ten billion calories that I won't be consuming which makes it the gift that keeps on giving. For me, anyway.
In just a few hours we leave for Mayberry (that's right, criminal types; we will be away for a few days. Please be aware that, in addition to the state-of-the-art alarm system, we also have three pit bulls and we haven't fed them in days; please do feel free to save us the trouble of buying dog food upon our return).
We managed to get all the presents into the Tahoe despite my grave concern that we would fail. We have yet to load up the suitcases but Hugh assures me that we are golden. I'll take his word for it since he is now another year older and wiser. On that note, last night we went to dinner at a restaurant that did not feature singing waiters and a twenty-pound sombrero; Hugh is not so easily duped, damnit.
Maybe next year.