As I start this, I am watching that indisputable family holiday classic, Tommy. Nothing like drugs, murder, child abuse and the new Messiah to start off the holiday season!

I stopped yesterday's entry because nothing was happening yesterday to write about today, so in order to have an entry, I thought that I'd leave it where I did. Then we watched the basketball and said many amusing things, some of which I even remember.

Ah well, it'll all come out in the wash.

So, after It's a Wonderful Life, the Callahans went off to Grandma and Grandpa's and I went down to my dungeon to cook and wash dishes like crazy.

I started out by washing dishes because I didn't have a single piece of clean silverware in the entire house, and then I carried on washing dishes between every step, not because I was being good and cleaning as I go, but because I have only two cake pans and I needed them to do a different job every step.

I ended up with a very nice chicken breast (I've never cooked raw chicken before, can you believe it?), somewhat dry stuffing, great mashed potatoes and the best bread pudding ever. I'm telling you, anyone who wants to get into a bread pudding contest with me, I'm ready, because mine is the best in the wide wide world.

I was sorry about the stuffing, but it just doesn't do as well in a casserole dish (or cake pan) as it does inside a turkey. I was disgustingly full at the end. I forgot to eat the cranberry sauce, but Lord knows that I had plenty of leftovers.

Afterwards, everyone came home and the children were slung into bed quicker than a wink.

ME
How was the dinner?

CYNTHIA
Great!

ME
How were the kids?

CYNTHIA
Good until the end, when Molly didn't want to come home.

FRAN
Or, as she said, she didn't want to go back to 'this disgusting house'!

ME
Well, she does have a point...

CYNTHIA
Ha ha ho.

ME
So, what else happened?

CYNTHIA

We had a singalong at the end, which was great.

ME
You sang? Where were you, at an English manor house, where everyone does a turn after dinner?

CYNTHIA
No, there weren't any solos, and I was pretty much alone on the harmony except for on "The Boxer", where everyone knows that harmony.

ME
You sang "The Boxer"? For Thanksgiving?

CYNTHIA
Yes.

ME
You sang about "a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue"?

FRAN
Yes, I don't think my mother noticed that part.

ME
Not to mention the fact that there were times when you were so lonesome you took some comfort there.

FRAN
Yeah, I think that people sort of mumbled those couple of lines.

We all had a drink and sat around watching something or other on TV, and then Cynthia mentioned that the Nets were playing the Jazz the next night, and then we all got excited about getting tickets and going to the game.

They are completely sold out at the Garden, every Jazz game, but I forgot, as everyone does, that there is another team in the area, one that nobody really wants to see, and who can blame them, what with the fact that they suck and all, so we got all excited until we checked and saw that they were playing at Utah.

But on Tuesday they are playing at New Jersey! And we are going! I am so excited, seeing Stockton in person like that, even though they will be very tiny because our tickets are up by the ceiling, but I don't care, I'll be in the same building with him. And, as Cynthia said, they'll certainly win!

Cynthia has been instructed, however, not to wear her Stockton jersey, or we'll all get killed by disgruntled fans. Well, their team sucks, who can blame them?

Today's horoscope:
Your thinking is more original and inventive. You focus on future possibilities and plans. Contact with friends or a new interest is possible.

One year ago today:
Heavens, here it is, 2.57p and I have yet to even vaguely consider starting to write my entry!

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