Today: baked strata that I made the night before for Annabelle's class brunch. Carried piping hot Pyrex across icy cobblestones in heels (hey, gotta wear the cool silver booties to the party, right?) and then over chunks of icy snow into the school. All worth it to hear the class rendition of The 12 Days of Christmas.
Back home to catch Zuzu and bring her to the vet.
Dog fine. Bring her home. Try to convince Sam to come to faraway ballet store. No luck. So I drive there alone and spend $50 on random ballet things AB needs for Polar Express (live in RI? Come this weekend! Saturday at 2 and 6; Sunday at 2. Nathan Bishop school in Providence. Performed by Jump! dance company)
Back home. More wrapping.
Back to school. Ice chunks on street now melted into slushy puddles. Silver boots hold up surprisingly well. School Christmas show.
Stop at Dunkin Donuts for coffee for big kid, snack for little one. On to Polar Express rehearsal.
Sam and I continue on to Gogo's for complicated car thing.
Back home. Bake three dozen madeleines for Polar Express bake sale.
Sam and I go to a holiday party where I drink champagne and eat cheese and have holiday fun.
9PM in bed with an amazing hot toddy (recipe courtesy of Prune in NYC), latest Top Chef, and Annabelle.
Tomorrow: repeat, sort of.
