Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Oh the weather outside is... actually not all that frightful
The season, she's upon us, and I am feeling it, kids! I woke up with Bing on the brain and a twitchy urge to spend. What I'm not sure since we're down to one income and I still need a g-d breast pump but I may have to eek out some quality time at Bryant Park's holiday market this week. Every year Bryant Park (love me some Project Runway) transforms into a European-style market with artisans and miniature boutiques. You can grab a hot chocolate from 'Witchcraft (love me some Top Chef) and browse to your heart's content. It's crazy adorable, and made even more so by the presence of a genuine ice skating rink. (That's it next to the gigantic tree.) The best part? IT'S FREE. I've been dying to partake but my delicate condition (and general tendency to hurt myself) prevents such antics.
We set up our little aluminum Christmas tree this weekend (I'm desperate for a real one but as Matt put it, "I think we'll have enough to take care of this year...") and hung our stockings with care. (In other words, we nailed them to the wall.) This year Possum's stocking is one of his baby socks but it's red and white so I figure it counts.
Are you guys feeling it? The season? The reason for the season? Seasonal Affective Disorder? Bring on the 'nog!