Uhm, yeah. Pretty much why this post ain’t gonna be that long, folks! She’s up and it’s ten-ta-eleven. Shit.
BTW– do any of you watch Glee? If you do, WIN!!!! Just sayin’…
This one’s for Julie for no other reason than she likes Phineas and Ferb and she probably REALLY needs something to smile at right now.
And other than that? It’s all about writing my final… (for once, it’s only one!) and trying to survive the next seven work days.
BTW– Big T? My baby? The chunky widdo monkey who weighed twenty-five pounds at four months old? *sniff* He’s gonna be 17 on Friday. Which means I’m gonna be… a very proud middle-aged woman with a ginormous son. Have we mentioned the six-foot-four? Yeah.
Ladybug–bless her– has launched herself into Christmas with all the ferocity of a feral cat at a piece of prime, tender steak. Some quotes as proof?
“Mama, when are we going to decorate?”
“After Big T’s Birthday.”
“We need to do it before that. We need to do it tonight.”
“We’re not ready tonight.”
“WE NEED TO DECORATE THE HOUSE!”
“Why is it so urgent, baby!”
“We need to decorate for Santa because I’m NOT on the naughty list!”
And she’s not. Whenever we’re driving after dark, mom takes the long way home to show her the Christmas lights. A whole bunch of new ones went up around our house this weekend and after a couple of blocks around the house she went “Pretty Christmas lights, mom. I LOVE Christmas lights!”
I love her.
