Sean, I'm glad you guys made it but man, messing with a girl's makeup is fucking criminal.
I've spent the entire day dealing with unruly toddlers--they've covered the gamut from dumping my centerpiece vase & flowers, stripping naked and peeing on the floor, dumping laundry hampers, tossing pizza and pouring out their juice cups.
I've yelled (screamed, in fact) and pulled my hair. I need a nap. And tequila shots.
They're finally settled and watching Noggin. Messes are cleaned up and the only thing we need for Thanksgiving dinner is a bottle of cabernet sauvignon.
:: waves at ND from his perch, high above all the holiday joy ::
made the sweet potato soup. Want. But I will wait.
Avoided going to the grocery store. My neighbor insisted on giving me dish soap and paper towels so I just had to get the peppers from a vegetable stand. $5.12 for 5 peppers! (Making peppers stuffed with lentils and rice for the non-turkey folks)
Then I stopped at the office because of griping heard about not answering our phones. At 4pm on the day before Thanksgiving. Bother.
I wish our camera wasn't broken. I've just restyled my hair and with the new color it looks kick ass.
As for myself, I'm in desperate need of a hair cut... Maybe when I get home for Christmas.
What color did you choose, Aimee?
I wish I could find my USB cable for my digital camera.
I wish Owen wouldn't have chewed a hole in the new, chenille throw I bought yesterday.
If wishes were horsies...
...we'd all be eatin' steak.
