Starting with what I had to drink tonight...

Geez, there's nothing like basil and tamarind flavored absinthe to take the sting out of an aging childless woman (Ok, so at $75 a bottle, it's not ghetto, but it also wasn't mine...). I spent the evening sipping this stuff with two people who've known me since I was 12 and who happen to be Genuinely Happily Married Couple. We reminisced about everyone we knew in those hormonally challenged days (a state highly exacerbated by other chemicals) . One fellow is in jail for life [thankfully my taste in men has since improved (I think), although, that's not saying much].

The ghetto part of my Christmas was my budget. Like the $.99 wrapping paper I bought from Target (Targae). Let me just say that it's better to spend the extra $2.00 for paper whose color doesn't disappear when it's folded (cuz you gotta crease wrapping paper). It makes for some pretty ghetto Christmas presents.

I'm so glad I told everyone at my father's holiday party that I'm writing a book based on my blog...(what's a career, husband, kids, and house when you have a BLOG to talk about at holiday parties...I don't think Nixon did nearly the amount of explaining I feel strangely obligated to do once a year...I should just wear a sign that says "No, I'm not married.").

I hope this stuff doesn't give me a brutal hangover (it probably will).

Just for today, it's a very ghetto Christmas.