Of parties and priorities…

There’s nothing like a slew of holiday parties to make you totally re-asess all your priorities. All of them. Don’t get me wrong, I still plan to head back on the road soon. And I don’t plan on having babies any time soon. Any. Time. Soon. Or at all. Maybe. I don’t know anymore. I’m a mess. But my friend Josh did just have the most adorable girl in the world who was born with more hair on her head than I’ll ever have. And I totally wanted to steal her. Though, I’d probably give her back once the diaper needed to be changed, so don’t worry. Maybe I have one of those biological clocks after all…

But seeing all my awesome friends and all their totally cute apartments and their loving and committed and totally cute relationships (and even ending up at a party hosted by someone I haven’t seen since probably 1997…) did have me adding items to my West Elm wish list and crying over Bride Wars. Because I totally want to host totally cute Christmas parties in my totally cute apartment with my totally cute husband some day. And that’s totally going to happen. Some day. Totally.

But instead, for now, I guess, I will just come to your parties and drink all the mimosas. All. Of. Them.

Seriously. All of them.