Thank you all so much for the kind words about the bathroom. Excellent website Houzz even included it in an ideabook today, which was real nice of them.

A few of you had questions about the bathroom, which I will now answer. 

Q: What are the black and white striped things on the back of the toilet?

A: Those are candles. They burn with fire. 

Q: How do your Polaroids fare in the bathroom with all the steam and humidity?

A: The Polaroids seem to be doing OK; it's the Japanese masking tape that's all fragile and wimpy. It peels off on a regular basis.

Q: What are the dimensions of the bathroom?

A: The bathroom is approximately 5' x 8'. It is teeny-tiny, much like the arms Tracy Anderson wants you to have. Be quiet, Tracy.

 

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I feel that this photograph needs no explanation. Please enjoy.

 

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My friend George -- y'all remember George, right? Sweet? Sensitive? Cries when he loses at darts? Makes the best gumbo in the state? That one. Here's a visual aid:

 

AB, George, 1996

Anyway, George sent me this wonderful short film, which has been nominated for an OSCAR, and was made by some people in SHREVEPORT. LOUISIANA. Please take fifteen minutes and watch it. It's about books, and how they can make even the darkest days brighter. Try not to cry. Like crybaby George.

The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore from Moonbot Studios on Vimeo.

 

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I run tomorrow. Cross everything. I will report back. And thank you all for the encouraging comments. They made me cry, like crybaby George. Love y'all.

 

Oh, hello. What's up, Internet? It's December! I just today finished up the last of my decorating projects for the year, so I'm going to take the next few weeks to wrap presents, sip wassail, and re-examine my business plan for the new year. Yay!

I'm pretty good at recaps, maybe you've heard. So now, presenting the last few weeks of my life, as illustrated by Instagram.

I attended Camp Mighty, which was both 1) mighty and 2) camp-like. It was awesome. We talked, we drank, we bonded, we life-listed, we hugged, we saw superband The Tontons, and we learned a bunch of things. Seriously, if you are able, get your ass there next year. Unless you went this year, in which case you already know it was real fabulous.

My trip to Palm Springs also included a bonus couple of days in Los Angeles with Pamela (with whom I am currently not speaking, as she has elected not to spend New Year's Eve with us and the Lowe-Huffs -- A YEARLY TRADITION, I MIGHT ADD.). We had fun times, like when we were at the Roosevelt for hamburgers, and accidentally got invited to Mindy Kaling's book party. No big deal.

While I was away, my handy/nice/dreamy husband replaced all of the screen on our porch and painted the door high-gloss red. He is so awesome I should be using expletives.

I also received some cute packages for future clients in the mail.

Like THIS. Jealous? Me too.

Thanksgiving was the next week, and we observed the sacred tradition of beer and shots at our local bar on Wednesday. If you are not hungover on Thanksgiving Day, you are probably not from the South -- EVERYONE is out late the night before. I remember one year when a friend of mine was so sick she had to skip the WHOLE THING with her family due to throwing up all day long. She is now a revered local legend.

Then it got cold and I turned 36. Wait. I mean, I turned 36 and THEN it got cold. Oh, number forty, you are too near, both in temperature and in age. PS, I hope y'all like this outfit. I picked it out just for you.

This year is the very first that we have had a real tree in our house since we moved into the place. I have gone through so many fake Christmas tree phases over the years that a live one never stood a chance. But when I spotted this semi-flocked one at a local nursery, I couldn't resist. Check out all my awesome Christmas spirit. (Fully decorated tree and living room pic to appear soon.)

A bad thing that has happened in the last two weeks is that I sustained running injury (for the first time in over 3 years, what?). It's my knee. From overuse. Why is that even A THING, y'all? Whatever. HATE. Shut up, knee.

The only prescription for this problem is rest, ice, and stretching. So I have been diligently doing all three, to the detriment of most of my frozen fruit. I ran 5 miles yesterday and everything felt ok, so I'm calling this one over for now. And if not: I WILL CUT A KNEE.

In an insane small-world turn of events, I saw The Tontons AGAIN this past weekend. A block away from my house, at a bar in my town. Not only that, but their manager and I discovered that we graduated from the same college on the same day. We all became best friends instantly, obvs. So that was pretty cool. If you ever get a chance, go see them before they blow up, which will happen soon.

I hope you have enjoyed this educational Instagram recap. Oh, also, if you have any great holiday card ideas featuring all Chaos + Hank, be putting those in the comments. We spend every year trying to top this one from 2006, and we've got nothing.