I am about to make Grands Biscuits
This Christmas was horrible. Seeing my Grandfather so upset and being unable to help him was the most unbearable thing I've ever seen. (I feel selfish saying that, because with all my work trips I've seen devastating poverty and all kinds of bad things.) I guess I could feel what he was feeling, in a small amount.

Being with the rest of my family was great, though. They are the best people and HILARIOUS and everyone makes Coquito differently but it's all delicious. Before I came home, I had lunch with Nick. Don't ask me what possessed me to say yes, but suffice it to say that he's INSANE now and while I feel guilty for messing up his life, I walked away feeling really positive about mine. Hey, if anyone here needs a self-esteem boost, call Nick Salgo. I'll give you his number.

Kyla is asleep in my basement, I am already tipsy (hello 9 am) and I can't wait for this new year. 2007 has been wonderful and terrible and asinine and scary and brilliant and fun and new. But I'm stuck in holding position now. 2008 will really be something. I'll turn 17! I'll apply to college! Those are the only things I know for sure will happen. Everything else is a crap shoot.

Happy New Year everyone!