I'm late for Christmas, so HAPPY BOXING DAY from our youngest Clone Trooper!
Cripes. Yesterday during all the Christmas havoc my husband wasn't feeling well. I have to admit I wasn't terribly impressed; I thought he had a hangover from our cocktails with Santa while we (he) assembled various Star Wars atrocities and a play house. But today my poor 6 year old has been puking his little guts out since 5am! Poor monster. So apparently my dear husband WAS sick - sorry honey! And to top it off the dog sh*t all over the rug during the night, apparently from my mother-in-law's beef brisket, so we awoke to eau de dog crap wafting through the house. That's a lot of bodily emissions in one morning even for our brood.
So Christmas blessings to you all; despite the fact that there remains no Nordstrom in the ENTIRE STATE OF OKLAHOMA, I am feeling very blessed because at least CHRISTMAS here was barf-and-dog crap free.
A bright spot, though: my dear neighbor Ravishing Red Ann brought over a SHOE A DAY calendar for me for 2009. Daily affirmations for me - and my new daughter!