By Heather O.
I had a dream last night that to save space on the plane, my husband disconnected my baby’s head from her body, and stuffed her body in a suitcase. Then, he accidentally dropped her head, causing serious injury. I started screaming to him to find her body because she needed more blood, and he furiously unpacked all the suitcases, but couldn’t find it. Finally, he held up an old potato chip bag. Her body had been wrapped in there with Ruffles crumbs.
Last night we rented “Elf”, to get into the holiday season. Wow is that a silly movie. J loved it, though, so I guess I’m underestimating the power of appealing to the right demographic. DH and I also decided that Will Farrell is a man who has made a career out of having absolutely no shame. Or dignity. Go Will.
Speaking of movies, Little Sister is currently obsessed with “Lady and The Tramp”. As I watched it for the 4,000th time with her this morning, it struck me that not only is there no real violence in the picture, but there are also mothers (Darling, and later Lady herself) AND a positive message about families. Wow. Way to break from the usual mold of no mothers and dysfunctional family units, Disney. I’m proud of you.
We are heading to Utah soon, and I’m having a hard time wrapping my brain around 4 feet of snow when it has been raining here for 2 days. I find the idea of finding snow clothes for the kids mildly depressing. I think I’m turning into a Southern girl. Either that, or The Wiz has appropriately brainwashed me about the beauties of Arizona in the winter.
I spent the morning wrapping the present I bought for J’s teacher, trying to make it look cute. I don’t do cute. I think perhaps that’s why Christmas stresses me out. It’s like a whole season dedicated to cute. And if you’re cute-handicapped, like me, you’re pretty much screwed. Cute takes no prisoners.
I asked DH this morning if he had worked with J on his homework, and DH absently said, “Yeah, he’s caught up through Wednesday.” I said, “Well, that’s not very helpful, as it’s Friday.” DH whipped his head up and said, “It’s FRIDAY? No, it’s not!’ I assured him that it was, and he stared and me with wide eyes and said, “You are totally messing with me, right? It’s not Friday, it’s Wednesday!” I again assured him that I wouldn’t joke about today, as I have about a billion things to do. He whimpered, “It can’t be Friday! I have too much to do for it not to be Wednesday!”
I think I’m going to have that last sentence put on a T-shirt.
Merry Christmas, everybody!
WordPress database error: [Can't open file: 'wp_comments.MYI' (errno: 144)]
SELECT * FROM wp_comments WHERE comment_post_ID = '1624' AND comment_approved = '1' ORDER BY comment_date