We awoke this morning full of Christmas cheer and excitement and headed downstairs. We had barely turned on the lights and settled in when the dog proceeded to puke all over in front of the Christmas tree. I recently switched his food because I am convinced he is allergic to wheat so apparently paybacks are a bitch.

And Merry Christmas to you too, Atticus.

We proceeded to celebrate Christmas and open presents 8 feet from the tree. Everything was a hit and we spent the day lazily playing with everything and eating as it should be. Peter's friend Brad came over for dinner which was lovely as having someone over always makes you put up somewhat of a fuss. I mean we cleaned and tried to make the house look like we don't have livestock livng here. Hadley and Finn were delighted with the presence of Brad. Finn was so delighted he kept licking Brad, which of course was the funniest thing ever.

I ordered the dinner from Whole Foods, which I was excited about because a) I didn't have to cook it and b) I didn't have to cook it but I have to say it was just ok. Actually I thought it was kind of gross and it made me wish I was eating something my mom made. The rolls were good though. Can you really screw up bread? I have decided I'm not really a traditional food lover anyway. I would have loved to have gone out for Sushi tonight. Mmmm...sushi. And sake. Lots o Sake.

I started The Devil in the White City and got so hooked I couldn't go to sleep. Peter busted me at one point and said "Go to bed" as I lay there with my eyes closed, the book lying on my chest.

"No no, I'm just taking a break."

I have my electric blanket warming up right now so I can crawl into bed and read again. Yes, it's 8:36 and I am 100 years old. I am still in pain but trying to ignore it and use positive energy to combat it. It's sort of like that old adage "kill them with kindness". Positive attitude positive attitude positive attitude.

Did I mention what a positively perfect human being my husband is? Yesterday at 10 am he looked at me and said "Go. Go somewhere and don't come back for a long time." He could tell I needed "me" time. Probably because I screamed "I NEED ME TIME!!!!!!!!!!!" The past few weeks have really done me in. And so I left skid marks hauling ass out the door.I didn't even change my clothes. I went out in sweatpants people. In public. I went and picked up some Chanel Allure for my darling PGP, then went and got sushi. I just sat there at the bar positively giddy from being alone and then I took myself to a showing of The Holiday.

I was telling my parents it was like the perfect piece of cake: light, fluffy and it made me happy. And I'm not trying to pretend like this is any profound piece of cinema. It's just escapism people. Pure and simple. I was transfixed by Cameron Diaz's shiny hair. Oh and her sweet ass house. Oh and by Jude Law and how hot he is even though you know he's a louse. (Yes, I did just use the word "louse". Enjoy.)The rush of lucious escapism I experience at the movies is indescribable. Love love love them. And I'm totally going to see Catch and Release when it comes out. It looks like another piece of cake. Wedding Cake with extra frosting.

I hope everyone had a lovely, stress free holiday. May all your days be merry and bright.