Let me pour you a delicious chocolate martini whilst I tell you about my Christmas. Oh, I forgot the edible gold glitter! Well, just imagine it. The little chocolate "joy" I drizzled out of a piping bag to sling over the side of the glass. Instructions: Mix one part vanilla vodka, one part chocolate vodka and one part chocolate liquor and shake over ice... strain into a chilled glass and serve to Pepper.

Has your New Year's diet started yet or are you still up for a little snack? I baked triple cheese (brie, cream cheese and goat cheese with figs) stacked inside puffed pastry with thinly sliced pears. I served it up with a maple syrup and white wine reduction, sliced pears and almonds. It is sinfully delicious, served with sliced baguette and crackers.
Now for the presents! Of course you are wondering about my loot, that's perfectly natural. I've been holding out on you. From Veto, the worlds cutest, tiniest laptop computer:
... it fits in my purse! I can take it with me anywhere I go. I suppose now I will become one of those super cool people who blogs from Starbucks. I'm pretty geeked about surfing the internet from the comfort of bed. Veto had my brother Bug install all of the programs that I need and some games that I like. They were both pretty proud of themselves.
From The Fan: the exact opposite of the world's most advanced notebook... an antique typewriter! I lurrve it. It's sitting in our foyer and both Loopy and Buddy Budderson are fascinated with it. What else did The Fan bring?

Saucy Girl lotions for my feet and legs! Awesome! Especially since my feet are so sore and swollen from my hydrocortisone.

The Fan also gussied up some fancy rubber gloves for me to wear around the house - with this:
A lovely Laura Ashley apron. And one for Loopy, too. For when we make cookies and such. The Fan toted these back from the UK.
Now I know all of you will be wondering what my brother Bug made for me this year. My Canadian blogging friends will know who this is:

Mr. Dressup! 1970's CBC children's entertainer extraordinaire. Look behind him, there's his tickle trunk, filled with costumes to dress up and play in. Now look what Bug made for the attic of the dollhouse:

Yes indeed! Complete with tiny costumes and playthings... a little cheerleading uniform and a witch's getup and spellbook, too. Absolutely fab.u.lous.

One of my happiest childhood memories was seeing Mr. Dressup live at the Centennial Auditorium. I wasn't as excited to see Mr. Dressup, truth be told, as I was because I was going to see Mr. Dressup with Wenda Osterhold who lived on Mills Crescent. Wenda was one year older than I was and she had an older sister, Alane Osterhold who lived on Mills Crescent. Well, they had been flower girls at some family wedding the year before... their mother had fashioned them some downright fancy dresses for the occasion. I can still remember those frocks: white polyester with coral daisies and flocked white dots for a pattern. Wenda's had a smocked bib and grownup Alane's had a collar. Oh, the glamour of it all!
I was quite excited you see, because Wenda Osterhold who lived on Mills Crescent had outgrown her dress and would now be wearing her sister's. On the day of the Mr. Dressup concert, I would inherit Wenda's dress. I was quite beside myself to match my grownup friend, why, she went to Kindergarten, don't you know! To me this was the height of sophistication and I clearly remember sitting in the back of The Fan's Ford Impala (the one that ran without keys) speeding down the freeway, admiring my new dress and enjoying the spoils of being the littlest kid of the mother's coffee club... and realizing: Wenda will also grow out of that second dress. Life is good.

I didn't wear a new dress to the theatre on Boxing Day to see Marley & Me starring Jennifer Aniston and Owen Wilson, but it was still excellent even without the starched polyester. Veto tried to avoid it, being such a dog lover and all... and now, I don't want to ruin it for you, but we anticipated that it would be a sad ending. And it was. And sitting between Veto and Loopy, both crying and sniffling, and looking over at Buddy Budderson with silent tears streaming down his cheeks, I realized: this is not a movie about a dog, it's a movie about family. I love my family and our dogs. Life is good.
Owen Wilson is downright charming, maybe more so than usual. More than four dog biscuits. You must see it. Pack tissue. See it with your family.






















































