I'm, once again, having one of those what was I thinking moments, re: Holidailies....but, I'll stop complaining now and, chin up, get down to business. last night Cory & I did some Extreme Christmas Shopping. And by extreme I do not mean we shopped like mad fiends and got amazing amounts of gifts bought in an incredibly short period of time. What I mean is that we visited two stores that seemed to be extreme opposites of one another.

First was the always lovely, tempting Williams-Sonoma where the clerks fawn over you like Greek slaves and, if you thought to take off your shoes, would probably think nothing of giving a little foot massage to your aching feet. They've got amazing stuff in that store and every few minutes I found myself touching yet another bright, shiny expensive toy and whispering someday as smiling employees hovered by encouragingly and offered cups of hot, mulled cider.

Then, it was on to Bed, Bath and Beyond...which will now and forever be known as the House of Wrong. While it's easy to waste time in that place - and they do have some half-way decent stuff, they also have some very very evil things and, I believe, none of their employees are used to monosyllabic communication. Despite the House of Wrong's vast array of cheap stuff, I don't know if I can go back there again...at least not until post-Christmas when the Santa egg whisks and musical Christmas Carol pigs are gone.

Post-shopping, it was Queer Eye and iced Kahlua with cream, which despite Cory's regret that he'd decided to make us cold drinks instead of hot ones, were very very good and made up for all things bad in the world. That and getting TWO hours worth of Queer Eye, what with the silly "making of the Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" video. I do love my Fab Five. I think they are my favorite thing about 2003 - top of the list, baby, top of the list.