Work was busy, as usual. My morning of meetings was interrupted by numerous texts from Josh (who was working from home and waiting for the gas-fireplace-installation guy to arrive. We had been told 9.30-10am and that it would take 6 hours. The timing was significant because we were hosting Josh's work Holiday Party at our home at 5pm.
Here is the unfolding drama:
I got home late. The fireplace was completed around 7pm so we had the party in the kitchen. However, it is lovely. The nice thing is that this photo was taken this morning. Wren loves to click the fire ON and watch iPad and then click it OFF. He likes to adjust the flame height to TALL. We now need new fire-centric lounging furniture. This is the outside couch chair.
We also have a tree in the living room so we are doing pretty well. All that is needed now are some gifts, spiced apple cider and snow. Speaking of holiday cliches. I thought you were supposed to serve camembert at parties. Turns out it is BRIE. Brie is mild and nutty. I served camembert which Josh described as tasting like "stinky wet socks" according to his weak American palate. I didn't even age the poor camembert. It was still firm! He hasn't seen me eat the kind where the insides drool out of the shell. Sadly, my dairy-weak stomach does not plan to eat the remaining camembert alone. I need help. Others apparently shared Josh's derision of the camembert as it was the only food left behind - other than raw broccoli and raw cauliflower which are those dumb things stores use to fill out the veggie platter but nobody ever eats.
|Frost wearing the holiday hat I made 2 years ago.|