We're fine, yes, for those of you who aren't on Teh Twittermajob or Teh Instagramamajig and therefore missed my HOURS LONG, hurricane-related, compulsive-shopping bender, during which I purchased approximately four dozen mismatched pieces of vintage Depression and Indiana glass, because apparently I am That Person now, That Person Who Collects Mismatched Vintage Glass And Gets Like, Scary Into It.
OMG PLATES OMG BOWLS OMG CANDLEHOLDERS HOLY SHIT IT'S A GODDAMN CREAMER OMG.
A warning to anyone contemplating spending the holidays with us: I am now obligated to cook approximately 35 different side dishes, including stuff that will fit in a "pickle dish" or "celery plate."
(That aren't, like, plain pickles or celery. BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE WEIRD.)
(Not weird: Anything else I just typed.)
(It runs in the family.)
The kids slept in the basement, just to be safe. Although technically I should say they "slept" but only a little, after several hours of a live re-enactment of Beyond Thunderdome II: The Lost Tribe of Stir-Crazies.
(I'm technically supposed to be "reviewing" the Furby for a holiday gift thing, but Noah won't let me put batteries in it because he's afraid it will grow up mean. The Furby 2012: it's an attractive yet vaguely creepy paperweight!)
Anyway, that's about all that's happening here. Our power is on, our cars and house are undamaged, our streets are full of leaves but no flooding, and I am really, REALLY hoping I can send a couple certain children back to school tomorrow because really. Enough togetherness. It's time for me to spend some quality time trolling eBay and Etsy for the perfect vintage soup tureen.
I hope everybody else reading fared similarly, and that y'all are okay and fine and up to your usual weirdness too.