Mr. Grinch.

Yes, tonight was a chance to watch The Who's in Whoville and that green mean Grinch. It was the original cartoon, not the movie. Dinner was finger food and the kids thought that was the greatest, especially since we ate in front of the television. We piled blankets and pillows on the floor in the living room and turned all the lights off except for the ones on the Christmas tree and on the garland around the fireplace. Chris started a fire while I was slicing pepperoni sticks and cheese and pickles and rye bread so it was nice and cozy and very very relaxing. Something we seem to have forgotten about over the past forty-eight hours.

Chris and I had quite the talk last night, both of us were pretty floored by his mother's announcement but we both realize we can't let it affect our relationship. Her and Roger might be getting a divorce but we aren't.

Chris tells me he has just the solution to get the holiday back on track but he won't tell me until tomorrow. Looks like I'm going to spend another night wondering what's going on. But I have a feeling I'm going to like what I hear this time.