Friday Flotsam

Frudil. I mean Fraler. I mean Frezkes. I mean Fromoo. I mean Friday.

So last night I watched The Family Stone (I always call it Romancing the Family Stone because I’m that tool.) and while it’s SO SAD AND SO UNCOMFORTABLE AND SO WONDERFUL AND SO AWKWARD to watch, do you want to know what my takeaway is year after year?

The strata. Meredith’s family strata that she tries to make for the Stones, so that they wouldn’t be so Satan-y to her anymore. Of course they never get the chance to actually eat the strata, because door in back and plop and slip and ambulance. But it looked so beautiful! All those tomatoes. The adorable star bread cutouts. The mushrooms that she had to pick out with her bare fingers. All that oregano. I need it.

HOLD. UP.

I just googled Family Stone strata and apparently the recipe is on the DVD! Which I don’t have. But the interflex does. I am SO(!!!) making this on Christmas eve for Christmas morning. And monkey bread! Which will be torn cinny rolls shoved together like brain blobs in a pan.

I’ve always thought Monkey Bread needed to be called Brain Bread. Or Brainy Bread? I totally looks like a brain!

Don’t you agree?

…hello?

On a scale from starting-to-have-a-colossal-panic-attack to GIRL-I-GAWT-THIS, where do you stand with your Christmas shopping?

Or dare I even ask?

Question:

When a tiny bright blonde human being with braided piggy tails barfs in her bed all night, what’s the best thing to give her?

Electrolytes?

Pudding?

A jalapeno?

(Just kidding about the jalapeno.)

So like, lots of electrolytes, right?

And NOT the jalapeno? Just double checking.

There might be a fanny pack on my Christmas wish list. I will neither confirm nor deny.

Weekend plans?

I’d reaaaally like to take the gremlins to Lawrence tomorrow. (if piggy tail mcpuker is better) It’s going to be SIXTY DEGREES (which I’d like to protest, but I secretly don’t mind. #mules), so I’m kind of feeling a fun, festive day trip before the mammoth family marathon begins next week. (the marathon is mammoth. not the family. never mind.)

I’ve been told about a legendary vintage jeans shop on Mass Street, so naturally I want to make the rest of my life about it. And a stop at Free State is always necessary. But if you know of any amazing kid things to do in Lawrence, or any must-see holiday exhibit (EXHIBIT? what am I, 80?) or activity (ACTIVITY? Okay, 85.) that involves something that rhymes with SMINE, let me know.

Also, a cream reindeer sweater arrives today. Crossing my fingers it doesn’t look like total dog doo.

Also ALSO, tell me what you’re having for dinner tonight.

(…You’re still annoyed at the words fanny pack, aren’t you?)