I have to do another list here. Maybe this is why Santa makes lists…it makes a lot of disparate things easier to organize.
- I’ve received confirmation from our florist that there have been multiple dinners.
- I haven’t had the nerve to ask in a roundabout way if they’re having sex yet. Usually I ask this with a lift of the eyebrows that essentially says….”welllll?” What do you think, Reader? I mean…how long does this stuff take? (And why on earth do I care?!?)
- If they were to ask me about it, I would suggest they wait a while…everyone knows that waiting only increases desire.
- I’m completely screwed if either of them discovers this blog. You tell, Reader, and you’re dead to me.
- I’ve committed to making empanadas for a dinner party. And little mushroom-phyllo thingies. I’m gonna cheat on them. Thank God for Pillsbury ready-made pie crusts and pastry.
- I just deleted five bullet points because I’m afraid of who might eventually read this.
- And Deb just came downstairs and said she doesn’t like it when I write lists like this.
- She prefers short paragraphs.
- Well, that’s ridiculous.
- And if anyone else has any suggestions for me, then write your own damned blog.
Not Alice 
