The concert, kumquats!!!

Ok, so four years after I heard Mi Burrito for the first time, I finally have confirmation that is not, in fact, about a burrito but about a donkey. The many Spanish teachers I had are rolling in their graves -figuratively, of course, they're all still with us. But honestly, I should have further considered why the children would be singing about their burritos around the winter holidays. Avocados are not even in season for a guac garnish. In any case, the holiday concert was darling, Ol wore a black bowtie and red pants, Jack and I had almost-matching red plaid shirts on, and everything was festive and sweet.

I also got a pill down Nutmeg which is awesome.

And, look what I bought yesterday!!! KUMQUATS! If you think I've already made ricotta to go along with these once they're candied, you are correct!

Homeland, dinner

Wow! Homeland! Wow! Solid season finale!Dinner was Brussels sprouts with Old Bay aioli and crawfish. We failed, again, to get Nutmeg's pill down his gullet. Poor honey gagged and frothed all over me. Sadder than gross, really. Tomorrow morning is Ol's holiday concert. His song is a Spanish one, about being a burrito. At least that's what all the parents think it's about.

Misc musings

So I'm at the hardware store earlier getting some jars which I'll fill with homemade granola for teacher gifts. Next door is The Container Store, and in the joint parking lot I spied one of the CS managers. This gal always looks faux-happy, like really, she's stressed out to beat sixty with just a hint of rage added to the mix. Is the organization too much for her? Does she hate the customers? I don't know but she seems as if her thin veneer of perk will blow at any second. Her visage never fails to remind me of a music teacher Jack and I once had in a mom-tot class. Her name was Serene which always struck me as terribly ironic because she seemed anything but. I wondered if she liked children. It is cold as get-out today, and I am giving away pumpkin cheesecake like it's my job. I don't know what to make for dinner tonight but I am certain it will involve Brussels sprouts.

Christmas is soon! In fact, it really just struck me that as we're leaving Saturday, I will have to pack in a few days. Noooo....

Do you know what sucks? Giving pills to cats. The pets saw the vet last week, and in addition to Nutmeg topping the charts of the cat obesity scale (a 9+ on a 9 scale; oops), he has some fecal thing, and so we have to give him pills for three days. Doing so is like trying to shove toothpaste back into a writhing tube (my friend Annie mentioned the toothpaste analogy recently; I loved it and added writhing here because Nutmeg writhes with the strength of a water buffalo; maybe because he's giant). Myself, I think he is wildly handsome in all his glory. But I gotta get rid of this fecal malfeasance.

Shit.