The angel keeps falling off the top of my plastic tree. She's made out of some cheap metal, probably tin, but despite several tumbles she's still in good shape. Before Matt left for work I made him retrieve her from behind the mess of wires bechind the TV stand. I think I might have to tie her down with wires.

As I write this, I'm listening to New Order, singing along when necessary. I'm sure that last sentence dates me somewhat. In high school, I remember a lot of New Order, Violent Femmes, REM, and U2, also I had just started into Portishead, Tori Amos, and Bjork. I lost one of my favorite CDs because I had forgotten it at someone's place and I didn't want to see him again. (I eventually replaced it.) I wonder how many things get lost that way.

This evening Matt and I are meeting with the minister who will be performing our ceremony at Starkbucks. At the mall. Two days before Christmas. (He picked the location.) Seeing that we've never met the man, he'll be hard enough to find without the herd of last minute shoppers. I'm actually hoping he'll find us.

I hope all of you are enjoying the holiday season. I won't be posting again until after Christmas. Have fun. Be good.