The Perfect Belated Holiday Gift

Like most (normal) people, I don't subscribe to the idea of holiday shopping for next year now. Despite the bargains that can be found, the leftovers are usually an array of trash that you would only give to your enemies and/or family members you would rather see in their graves. However, I do have some ideas for next year's festivious time of year.

While in the lovely Ontario capital over the joyous time of year known as Christmas, Mr. T, Nicky, and I stumbled upon some excellent ideas to surprise those people who just have everything.

Including the uncle that has a criminal past in West Virginia. Consider this quick fix:
Or what about the couple that you can't bear spending one more evening entertaining because their always at each other's throats. Okay, maybe it's not all that selfless, but everybody wins with this present:



Keep this in mind for next year!

Ho ho ho!

Who Can Say What We'll Find, What Lies Waiting Down the Line -- In the End of '89...

Break out the white tuxes for the gents and crazy frilly purple dresses for the ladies. Happy New Year, from Abba (oh, and me too):



Are some of the people in the party crowd a bit spooky, or is it just me?

If you’re feeling more Felicidad than Happy New Year, check out the exact same video remade in Spanish here (no it’s not dubbed, they actually retook all of the singing scenes).

Christmas Carousel

This eyesore appeared in our neighbours' front yard a few weeks ago:


They inflate the thing every night with an electric pump, and then put the carousel in motion (yes, it really turns – and plays music).

I want pop it, and then set it on fire.

Holiday Party Raffle Kings

As I sit here prematurely listening to “Happy New Year” by Abba, I realize that we have been in full holiday swing for the last two weekends. In an attempt to appease the clamouring masses of devoted bFab readers, I have decided that it will be a double-post Sunday.

Last night was Mr. T’s work holiday party. So, we both got dolled up in our most monochromatic attire. The exception was Mr. T’s red pocket square (which I learned, is not the same thing as a hanky) in his jacket pocket: demonstrating his holiday spirit. I held myself back from putting in one of his back pockets.

All in all, one of the best holiday parties in recent years. It helped that Mr. T wasn’t organizing this year – so I wasn’t constantly being abandoned for people unhappy with the seating arrangements and MC/Raffle duties.

Speaking of raffles, we raked in this year, and strangely, we won all of the booze related gifts:

Gift certificates for the SAQ, Bailey’s, the Port was a gift, but ended up in the picture anyhow. But I would like to draw your attention to the lovely giant champagne glass (circa 1983) filled with Czech chocolate. In case you can’t make it out in the first picture, the next image, with a quarter as a marker to help you appreciate the scale.



The candy wrappers remind me of chocolates that my Baba used to give me when I was a kid. But, then I tasted a few. Not as good as I remember -- or they aren’t the same brand of chocolates. Alas, we smuggled the monstrosity home only to realize neither of us like the candy, and as Mr. T said, “The glass is recyclable, right?” Thank goodness recycling comes tomorrow – I was starting to get the urge to hop into a bubble bath with my man and sip back some Baby Duck (that is of course, after crimping my hair).