Hey y'all! It's great to be back. I missed you. (Yes, you!) Things I accomplished over the Christmas break:
1. I edited the boogers out of my manuscript.
It's true. There are no more boogers in it. Now, when it breaths through its nose, there are no more whistling sounds.
2. I only cut myself six times while opening the kids' stupid toys in their stupid packaging. And then I only swore seven times. (An extra one for good measure).
3. I hosted a birthday party for Kid C and about 11 other 8-year-olds at a swimming pool. Because a party isn't a party unless you're risking a life.
We only like to swim when it's -2 degrees outside.
(Kid C's birthday party with my husband's family)
Kid C's birthday party with my family. Not quite as big in numbers.
Kid B pointedly NOT swimming
4. Despite having two children who are in their thirties, my mom can still manage to dress us like we're twelve.
Here's us, modeling the presents my mom bought us.
Yep. Your eyes do not deceive you. She bought us matching hats and scarves, that in turn matched the dog.
5. You wouldn't think someone could pull off looking cool and digging for spare change from the money jar. But Kid C can.
I'm not desperate. I was just sitting here, in my preppy vest, and my hand happened to fall into the money jar. And if I come up with a fistful of coins, I'll just shrug. Whatevs.
6. Kid C and Niece N had a sing-off to the tune of "I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas". Nobody died in battle, but some blood was shed. Mostly by the audience, who tried to slit their wrists with wrapping paper.
Battle formations... check.
7. We wore the kids out sledding.
Kid C and Kid B, in a dress rehearsal for the cold weather.
This is no dress rehearsal. It's 2 degrees outside.
Raise a glass... to child labor!
8. The results of number 7:
Pictures like this stop me from sending Kid B back up the chimney to search for his "real" dad- the fat guy in the red suit.
9. And finally, the ninth thing I accomplished over the holidays...
I made the yuletide gay.
At first, he wanted nothing to do with it, but by the end, he relented.
How was all y'all's holidays?
