Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Mostly Wordless Wednesday

Our 15 1/2 ft. Wild Colorado Spruce
Some of the ornaments that made it when our Grandaddy of a tree took a tumble in the living room.

And one casualty.

Monday, December 10, 2007


The Producer and I went to his company Christmas party last night. Aside from one conversation that contained more anacronyms than actual words, it was a very enjoyable evening.

You can't see them in this picture, but I wore a lovely pair of earrings that The Producer bought me a few years ago and a $100 pair of shoes I bought myself a few days ago...and apparently a too light dusting of face powder. My sweet husband told me, more than once, that I was lovely. There is nothing more flattering on a woman than a well worn compliment.

After mingling for a bit, we sat down for a scrumptious three course dinner, during which, I did not get up once to retrieve lost/thrown silverware or to take anyone to "change their bum." Delightful.

Our dinner table partners kept the conversation rolling along at a comfortable pace. They had thrilling stories of their grown children, nearly my age; their extensive travels; their home remodeling projects; and domestic and foreign policy. We sat with the former Director for the FBI and his wife who has just resigned her position at The Department of Homeland Security. They told fascinating stories about traveling to Spain while it was still under the rule of Franco. The Wife kept referencing her dear friend, Laura, (As in the First Lady. It was in that moment, that it occurred to me that Presidents and Politicians must have "dear friends".) My husband, The Producer, and The former Director, discussed the importance of The Director keeping his Top Secret Clearance under his new role at my husband's company....

And I mostly sat there with my mouth agape.

It was an unexpectedly enjoyable evening.

And while the last story was being told, the last cappucino enjoyed, my husband crept to the parking lot to warm the car, so that I would be able to warm my woeful toes in my $100 shoes.