Ugh, look at the hour. The crack of dawn (that always sounds dirty to me) is still hours away, and I've got to schlep my butt out to the burbs like every wednesday for the past months. It never really gets easier. I couldn't even stay up last night to see who won Dancing with the Stars, dad blammit. I love Marie, but did you see her in the Whatever Happened to Baby Jane getup? I was kind of embarrassed for her.
What else? I started the Christmas cards, if I just do five per day, I can have them done in a couple weeks. I love doing the cards and I hate it too, my fingers always get cramped and I ask myself why I didn't order those little return address labels like I promised myself last year. As you might imagine, Rob and Carl (see yesterday's post) have strong feelings about the cards as well. Again, Carl rules the roost. This weekend we get to put up the tree and start listening to the Charlie Brown Christmas CD every day until the 25th. I never get tired of that album. I used to be able to play much of it on the piano, but I've been lax and become rusty.
Well, I'm off, hope your humpday is easier than mine