Cick on over to the Soapbox Queens to check out my saga of our His-n-Her Trees.

Oooh-la-la! There’s a special holiday giveaway going on at the Soapbox Queens today. Click here to bop over and enter.

Every year my mom gives us money. Well, she sends it to me and I’m supposed to Christmas shop.
I’ve made the shopping easy.

This year I’m buying an opportunity for my family to see the fabulous exhibit of China’s Terracotta Army and exhibitions loaned from the Louvre…and in February Georgia O’Keeffe and the Women of the Stieglitz Circle.

I’m renewing our family membership to Atlanta’s High Museum of Art. A year’s worth of free outings to see some of the most remarkable artwork — sounds like a bargain to me.

Yesterday morning I was upstairs, the glasses were downstairs. I thought I turned the heat to 62. Later in the morning I went back upstairs and it was pretty darn cold. Not only was it decidedly chilly but I could feel a blast of COLD air hitting me in my face. This time I had on my glasses. Yep, you guessed it. I’d turned on the air conditioning. All the heat from the downstairs was rising and the ac was kicking in to cool it back down. Nothing like cooling down the house in the middle of winter.

Yesterday on Soapbox Queens we queens were elffed. Click here to take a look. It’s pretty funny.

I’m out of the office today, but I thought I’d share this conversation between me and my beloved DH with you:

DH: How’s the book coming?

Me: Pretty good. I wrote a love scene today.

DH: That’s it?

Me: Whaddaya mean, that’s it? It was fifteen pages and it took me all day.

DH: How does it take all day and fifteen pages to write “They bleeped.”

Me: It’s a little more involved than that.

Oh, well, he’s a man. I guess it’s not really any more complicated than that for him.

If you’re looking for something to warm you up on these cold nights, I’ve got just the thing for you. I’m helpful that way….

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Yay! My hairdresser is back from maternity leave and I’ve got an appointment this afternoon. My hair is too long–I’m in serious danger of sporting a mullet — and the wrong color. I don’t know exactly what color it’ll be this afternoon, but it won’t be this color. Platinum has been floating in the back of my head but I think that’s too high-maintenance and I think I have the wrong skin tone to carry platinum, but maybe I’ll check with my girl. I’ve never done platinum.

UPDATE

Here’s the new cut and color