Party starts officially at 7:00 pm, Pacific Time. It goes until we're all bored and either asleep or gone home. *grin* It's being held at Dixon Household.

We've been cleaning house for several days in preparation... I just got back from the store with cider and cheeses and crackers and soda and such... we're expecting people to bring potluck-snacks and alcohol... yes, if you're reading this, in Portland, and I know you, you're more than welcome to stop by! *grins*

Rie won't be showing up *pout* but there's likely to be a Ryan at least and hopefully other members of the Jamie household, as well as at least one or two members of Grr household, a collection of gamers, some Salemites, and Irene Radford. *poing* I need to remember to talk to her about renewing her domain name.

Ehh. Anyway.

Tired, and in a LOT of pain. I'm not expecting to be all that cheerful during the party; likely I'll be disappearing on and off to go curl up and whimper for a half-hour or so at a time. Have I mentioned how FURIOUS I am at Walgreens' incompetent pharmacy staff? Yeah. *sighpoutwhinebitchmoan*

There's a turkey cooking. Irene Radford is going to show up an hour early with a meatpie for us to eat for dinner. I need to go find the crockpot to put cider in.

Solstice! Shortest day of the year... and in three more days, CALEB GETS HERE!!! *poings MUCHLY*

Yes, coping, surviving, all that good stuff. Hell, I even got to talk with Rhett briefly today! *is quite happy about this*

Now if I can just make it through today and tonight... *twitch* ...I'll be fine.

Oh, hey, Ryan, I have your Christmas card from Grr and your bottle of yellows in my purse still. Remind me to give 'em back to you tonight?

Geh.

I'm off to go whimper-and-hide some more.

See you all after the holidays...