I'm so glad that some of you are making my baked pineapple recipe. I hope you absolutely love it. I mean, anything with that much butter has to be great, right? Let me know how it goes, OK? I'll be making a double and a single recipe in the morning. We won't be leaving for the relatives till around 2:00.

Today was long. You know that short-timer syndrome. I came home and took Emily and her boyfriend to Pachanga Grill, a great Mexican restaurant that's nearby. We all had Chimichangas. Yum. When we got home, Emily wanted to start decorating. I was happy to have the help, so we started bringing the Christmas bins up from the basement. We got the mantle and stereo cabinet done, and then she pooped out. So, the house is now messy with containers and tissue paper and trees on the floor. I'll be cleaning that up in the morning. So far my mantle is my favorite. It's very, very glittery. Last year I fell in love with German glass glitter, and it's everywhere. So, the house is partially done. It's a start.

Something strange is going on with my teeth. I started having some pain in my jaw a few days ago. Then yesterday, it seemed that my teeth didn't fit together at all. When I try to bite down, the bottom teeth that are to the left of middle hit the back of the teeth above them, keeping all my molars from touching. When I try to shift my jaw so the back teeth meet, I have a lot of pain. Weird. Here's my theory: I have these granola bars that I love. I have one a day and eat them slowly with my front teeth. What can I say? I've been doing this for quite a while. I see that I've been bringing my lower jaw forward so my front teeth meet. Could that have done it? If I promise to eat the granola bars like a normal person, do you think my teeth will go back? I'm not going to be a hypochondriac about this. It's just weird.

I know that most of you will be busy tomorrow, but I'll be around in the morning catching up with you. Till then...