and he has a bit of an odd growth between his eyebrows but was lovely nonetheless. I wasn't planning on taking Leo to go see Santa because I thought "he doesn't even know who he is--why traumatize so early when I can wait another year?" but then it started to rain yesterday and it's going to continue to rain thru the weekend....so suddenly we had nothing to do. (There were 2 christmas parties that we were going to go to this weekend and both were cancelled because of the rain. Are we wimpy here, or what? ) We got to the mall before Santa was ready to receive visitors so we went to the pet store and banged on the glass and promised Leo he could have any puppy he wanted. Then we got a croissant then Santa was ready for us and we were the first ones in line.
I should have aken Leo's jean jacket off for the photo--I realize now. and maybe given him a funky hair-do or something. Or put a fur jacket on him. I'm worried that his thighs look fat in the photo--I tried to get Santa to lift him up so his thighs wouldn't be so smooshed out but Santa didn't seem to care about anything but the camera. And bonding with Jeff. While we were waiting behind the velvet rope to be let into see Santa, Jeff asked Santa why he didn't get the race track he'd asked for. "the loopdy-loop one?" Santa told him that he still had time. After that interaction--Santa stood up and came towards us like he was going to give us some "off the record santa talk'. I was worried that he was going to assume too much familiarity and start telling us how his divorce just came thru that morning or something but instead he told us how when really old ladies come thru he asks them if they got the Shirley Temple doll that he sent them.
Once Leo got on his lap he was very happy to be there and Jeff and I were going crazy entertaining him. WAyyyyy more than we needed to because he was happy. At one point-in between the singing and the crazy faces Jeff got out his harmonica and played a little which I thought was overkill but Santa lit up (which he should have been doing already) and said "heyyyyy-Santa plays harmonica!" It felt like he really wanted Jeff and I to know that there was more to him than just this Santa thing we were seeing. Little did he know how much we get it--I wanted to tell him how I was in the "biz' and tell him how my first job was as Christie the Talking Reindeer at the Glendale mall when I was 15 years old. All I had to do is sit in this little shed and sing into a microphone and talk to people passing by. My friend Kevin was the talking tree in Lazarus so we'd send messages back and forth thru the kids "go tell the talking tree that he should have a hot pretzel at 2pm". Kevin would harass kids and grab them with his tongue (which was like a huge sock he could put his arm thru). I never did that. I did smoke a cigarette while I was working a few times though. And then felt sick trapped in the little shed with the smoke.
Speaking of stress related smoking--
My HUNG job is about to come to a soft end. The full time work is over as they start working on the scripts and doing re-writes. They're going to bring me in for some 'brain-storming' and 'punch-up' sessions. Which is great. The whole experience was really good and really positive. I loved it. And it made perfect sense to me that they were going to bring on some more full-time tv-writers for the final push with the scripts. That's not me. But I felt like I won some amazing grant or something with that job. I will miss the money. And working out in the gym on Paramount with the guys from Glee. And passing by Dr Phils studio every day and seeing the guests about to go on.
I ate 3 giant frosted cookies yesterday. And then came home and told Jeff I didn't want any dinner so I just ate a block of brie and bread and olive oil. the holidays have arrived.
I wish we lived closer and could see more family now--we're not going to Berkeley as we wanted to because of my work and all the travel around this time of year. WE WILL MISS SARAH AND MICHAEL AND ROSIE AND LUCY. AND MARY AND GEORGE. and kim chee. (their neighbor)
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