The drugstore by my house is ready for Christmas. Stockings, toys and all things santa line at least half the aisles. Thankfully, two aisles are devoted to candy. You know, for that other holiday.
It seems like Christmas gets started earlier every year. Some folks wish stores would wait until the day after Thanksgiving to decorate. How about waiting 'til the day after Halloween?
I can't say that I mind much. I love the Christmas season. Filled with holiday parties, shopping and gift exchanges, it's the season for fun. Oh, and the season for giving, of course.
Looking at Christmas decorations makes me happy, even if it's before Halloween. It makes me think about spending time with my family, watching feel-good movies while stringing popcorn and racing to the mailbox to look for Christmas cards.
With store shelves stocked with so many holiday items, at least I have more choices. Maybe I'll pass out Chocolate santas for Halloween.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Chocolate is for kids
Jeff turns 40 Tuesday. Forty. That seems old. I remember my friends' parents being 40. I guess it's one of those things that you think only happens to other people. It's hard to believe it's happening to my husband. This is the man who jumps over the couch, leaps onto my desk at work and has never seen a banister he didn't want to slide down. Don't 40 year olds have joint problems or at least bad knees?
After going through the stages of birthday grief (denial, fear and acceptance) Jeff decided to greet his fourth decade with a gin-induced stupor. Since friends don't let friends drink alone, we had a party. A martini party. We had cucumber, Kit-Kat, chocolate, pineapple, apple, Sapphire and dirty martinis. Yum!
The highlight for Jeff was the impromptu gin tasting (thanks, Anne) which certainly seemed to help him achieve his gin-induced stupor. The highlight for the rest of us was probably the chocolate fountain. Yes, a fountain of chocolate. Makes those water fountains seem pretty silly, huh.
Guests dipped strawberries, cookies, pretzels, marshmallows (and yes, their fingers) into a cascade of melted chocolate. Their faces (some young, some not-so-young) showed childlike joy while watching their treats get soaked in chocolate.
It was a magical experience, and I guess even a 40-year-old couch-jumper deserves some birthday magic.
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