No-stress Christmas Day Two: In the pot

The Lion in Winter is every bit as awesome as I remember it. And every bit as long--even with out an hour break to put party-hyped children to bed. It's amusing to realise just how far back my crush on Anthony Hopkins goes. (Especially when Hepburn is the only member of the cast I recalled correctly.)

Mom abandoned work on her place early in order to help us pick up the one last ingredient we needed for the sauerbraten (now souring in the fridge) and we ended buying my presents for Dad and Stepmom on the way. I planned out exactly what I needed and where to find it, and it just so happens that our route took us right past there. We actually tried to get the wrapping done while the boys were out celebrating their grandfather's birthday but the tape died and we didn't know where to look for the spare roll. Movie time!

To think that a month ago I hadn't bought a single present and, in most cases, didn't have a clue what I was getting. I should sleep soundly tonight. If only I weren't getting hoarse. (This damn cold hasn't gone, it's only gone underground.)