I'm back! Well, H, The Princess and Tough Cookie and I are back. Nanny #1 remains on the continent but sure as hell had better be here bright and early Monday morning. Oh, and our luggage? Ha ha. You make me laugh. What better way to learn what it is you really need than to have 5 of 7 pieces of luggage being held hostage in a "storage depot" across town, manned only by people who are apparently quadraplegics. At least I assume they don't have the use of their arms since the alternative is that they simply don't want to pick up the phone. Oh the Holiday Joy!
Anyway, in the spirit of welcoming a new year, I'll share last night's dinner conversation with you. It was meant to be a dinner party, but everyone was feeling decidedly crusty after the night before (in the old days I would have just slept in but my Fancy children don't have an Off Switch. It sucks.) and it wound up just me and H and a small animal carcass.
"I think for my New Years Resolutions that I'm going to start by drinking more water. 2 litres a day," I said.
"Still or sparkling?"replied Mr. Fancy.
"Sparkling of course. Still makes me throw up."
"And I'm going to cut back on soda. No more than 5 cans of diet coke a day."
(Okay, here I must confess that I do, in fact, often consume in excess of a six-pack of diet soda a day. To the point where I have prescription toothpaste because my motto is: If it ain't fizzy, it's wine! And yes, I know that is not good for me.)
"I'm going to organize the house better and outsource more to the Nannies."
"That would be a start."
"Um, so what are you going to do?" I asked, as he picked a small leg bone clean with his non-acid-eroded teeth.
"I'm starting my resolutions in February. Everyone starts in January and don't make it to February. So I'm just going to do it then. I'm going to the gym. In February," said my darling H, the Master Procrastinator.
"What year?" I queried innocently.
Happy New Year. May 2011 bring you much joy, happiness and a bit of Fancy.