Deb's instincts were true. For some reason, she decided to bring home a bottle of cheap sparkling wine last night, so there were mimosas this morning.

Now the house smells wonderful from Deb's herb bread and black bean soup. The Sandra Bullock movie was great. We busted a gut, and we practically had the whole theater to ourselves. Sara and Jake will be back over here in 30 minutes or so for dinner, and then we'll probably watch "A Muppet Christmas Carol" or "Christmas in Connecticut" (which I just bought last week on impulse). Jake brought up the "unwrap one present on Xmas Eve" idea on the way home from the movie. Traitor.

I really didn't get much for anybody this year. I know Jake is going to like her present. Deb didn't get anything really exciting, but will get something kind of sentimental and useless. Sara reads this diary, so I won't even give a vague hint.

My life is so good right now, I want to remember every minute. Every exchange with my family. Every kiss. Every hug. Every smartass remark.

More tomorrow. I'm sure I'll be up at 6:30 a.m. again. Heh. I just shocked Molly on the nose. Serves her right. That's payback for tomorrow morning.

Moving on - 12:11 p.m. , 2007-08-14

Where the hell have I been? - 12:10 p.m. , 2007-02-19

Holy shit! - 2:24 p.m. , 2006-01-11

Stuffing recipe - 6:17 p.m. , 2005-12-13

Good Life Update - 10:22 a.m. , 2005-11-11