I wrote a post and lost it, and now I don't have any energy to write anything else. Sad! However, here are some photos from the weekend of holiday parties, in which I learned:
*That when playing Pop Culture Trivial Pursuit with dvd-enhanced pie piece questions, yelling out "VALERIE BERTINELLI" during the all-play when your team already has a tv pie piece might in fact lead to the loss of that pie piece. And it will also get you dirty looks. So don't do it. Even IF you're overwhelmed by your knowledge of the very name "Barbara Cooper Royer" and you're a huge Van Halen PLUS One Day at a Time fan so the yelling out is really unavoidable. Also, I guessed Buffy the Vampire Slayer from two episode names alone, which made everyone think I was this huge Buffy-head, but I never was. I just knew about "Hush", and let's be honest. Didn't you? Tell me you did anyway.
(This game is easy, as Trivial Pursuit versions go. No 80s mega-difficulty bullshit here. I think they're dumbing it down for our changing times and withering attention spans. And also, we won.)
*That it's the holiday season and when seeing family and friends and acquaintances I haven't seen for a while or maybe never, I need to come up with answers to the following questions that do not involve gestures: "Are you the one who's getting married?" and "Aren't you older?"
And also, if you're my mother, please do not interrupt my seven-layer dip and sparkling conversation to note that the couple who just arrived met "in a PROFESSIONAL ORGANIZATION! You just need to STAY ACTIVE!"
Good, because I really had planned to lay down and die starting tomorrow. I'm so over this doing stuff thing. I really need to embark on that "swing dancing for fun winkwinkfindaman" plan.
See that, over in the corner? It's my head, right where it popped off. Right, after someone (SOMEONE!!!) mentioned adoption from distant lands out of context. I swear I'm going to wake up one morning and SOMEONE will hand me a plane ticket. And that's cool. Just...whatever, Angelina Jolie.
* When leaving a test on which you did pretty well when you were reasonably sure you were going to bomb, which could actually help you achieve some life altering activity that could pretty much lead to awesomeness, it is perfectly acceptable to board the elevator and channel Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer. But instead of saying, "I'm CUTE! I'm CUTE!!" say "I'M SMART! I'M SMART!" instead. And then pretty much giggle the whole way down, and even smile benevolently at the tool on the cellphone in the lobby. It's a swell way to start a weekend.
Oh right, pictures.
Christmas carol party madness. My grandma is one of the most interesting people I know. She is also a little bit nuts, which usually goes with the territory. She also looks like Maxine here. You know...the Hallmark card/comic strip character? Yes. Maxine. 
She really was happy here. I don't know why she looks like she's yelling. My dad: "Here's some eggnog, Ma."
She takes a sip.
"Nah. Ain't nothin' in it, anyway."
Me: "Do we need to give you a flask for your wheelchair bag?"
Good times.
Then it was on to my sister's for her and her roommate's Hanukkah/Christmas party. Here are my partners in Trivial Pursuit victory. 
And my sister with some of the tasty wine. 
And more people. And more wine. And more intelligent answers.
And look! Flowers! 
Winner of the "Cutest new little cousin whose name I don't know" award at today's family reunion.
And an angel. 
Don't her lights look like little light sabers?
One week to go.
(I guess I found some energy to write. Looky there.)
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