Friday Reads & Recommends and a little bit of party planning freakoutyness
I finished Ratking by Michael Didbin and... yeah, it was good, I guess. I do love my Italian detective stories. But I love them more when they feature Inspector Montalbano or Commissario Brunetti. Actually I think Inspector Montalbano is one of my favorite book characters EVER. What does this say about me?
I haven't read any other books lately. AM BUSY. I do have The Rules of Civility on hold at the library, if they haven't given up on me and sent it back into the system yet. That happens a lot.
Phillip sent me this one: Some Asian Students Don't Identify As Asian For College Admissions. SO MANY THINGS I want to say. But: AM BUSY.
(It reminds me of when I met My Neighbor Ursula's husband, who is a teacher of a Fancy Musical Instrument, and he was talking about his students and how the Asian ones were all great but the REALLY dedicated ones were the white homeschooled kids. Chew on that, Internet.)
Things we are eating at the Christmas party: veggies and dips, different kinds of breads and spreads (ooh, I like how that rhymed), the spinach pinwheel Christmas tree as seen all over Pinterest (in fact this entire party should read BROUGHT TO YOU BY PINTEREST), brie, mini quiches, cream puffs, Christmas cookies, heaps of fudge, homemade lumpia, meatballs for my husband, and an antipasti platter. Plus an open-ish bar (open defined as: whatever I feel like having on hand), champagne pomegranate punch, wine, beer, and a hot chocolate bar (which is not going to be as mix-in heavy as A'Dell's because MY GOODNESS AM BUSY.)
Actually... since the FPC and my BIL are doing all the FOOD... perhaps I have a little more time than usual. But that just means I have more time to get sucked into Pinterest!
Emma will be wearing a little red sparkly dress from Target and her sister's old white tights and mary janes. I am wearing a black sack. SIGH. But also red shoes and sparkly tights and a really ridiculous red satin headband with a BOW, but I kind of ENJOY being ridiculous sometimes, you know?
Phillip is at the store right now because I am out of eggs. OUT OF EGGS. Bah!
Also, if you are reading this, you are invited. We'll organize some kind of airport shuttle, okay?