It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

I'm finally home from my marathon weekend. After two days of chopping onions, sprinkling powdered sugar and making small talk with strangers, it feels good to be back in my own bed. I had a fantastic weekend, but after the five-hour party yesterday, I am tired.

I stopped in Fayetteville today to buy some wrapping paper. It was 66 degrees when I left there, and 46 degrees when I got to Siloam 30 minutes later. Now I'm snuggled under the down comforter waiting for the snow to start.

This is a busy week, with a trip to Little Rock on Wednesday-Thursday and the hosting of two parties next weekend. I finally gave in to my brat-dom and have a housekeeper coming this week to clean. Yeah, it's ridiculous, but that's why I went to college for 12 years... so that someone else can scrub my toilet. We're still negotiating whether she needs to clean once a month or every two weeks, but since I have no husband, kids, or pets, it really doesn't get very gross.

I know some of you are itching for info about the boy, but I'm just not ready to share yet. I'm not sure if there's anything there, but when and if it happens, I'll be happy to bore you with all of the details. For now, the boy and I (we'll call him LB for now) are planning lunch this week prior to the non-date this weekend. Suffice it to say that I'm seriously, ridiculously smitten with LB. Ugh. I hate that.