It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

We went to the first holiday party of the season on Saturday. Our friend, Amber, was throwing a birthday party for her husband, Doss, so I guess it shouldn't really count as a holiday festivity. I managed to eat mostly carrot sticks and strawberries, some crackers, and cheese. I don't expect that type of eating to last long. We have my office party to attend this Friday, where I plan to get slightly tipsy, but not so tipsy that I embarass myself and find it difficult to go back in on Monday morning. It's free wine and beer, people. Don't judge me.
I also have to find a dress-up dress for said party on Friday. I'm madly in love with a little fluffy red number with a bow at Banana Republic, but it's $140, and we just can't afford that right now. Plus, I usually don't look good in dresses. My arms aren't really what you'd call "exposure-friendly" right now.
The real eating hurdle, though, will be Saturday night, when Aaron and I are throwing our own little Christmas "dessert potluck." We've ensured that absolutely no healthy food will be available. I've singlehandedly set myself up for a downward spiral into the land of sugarplums and candy canes.
Aaron is whining about the lack of our tv show selections tonight. I think finding out a super Wal-Mart is going to be built right down the road from us put him in bad mood. He's actually going to resort to watching one of my John Hughes DVDs; perhaps "Pretty in Pink." I have to go help him unpack them from the box. He's watching Public Access. It's serious.