I enjoy new clothing and all, and there's nothing like realizing you've gotten someone the perfect gift, but it's A-OK with me if I never see another shopping mall for as long as I live.
Look: Going to the mall in the holiday traffic is so bad that people were changing their minds. Here they are exiting on the entrance ramp:I saw this on the way to the mall too:So THAT'S what's wrong with us!
Is this car missing a passenger?Here's Sugar saying the blessings over the Chanukah candles. Sugar almost bit Older Gal's face off several times as she worked to accomplish this feat of feline piousness. But Older Gal was relentless:I've said this before about kids and I'll say it again: just when you think you can't possibly take one more cotton pickin' thing in your life, your kid gets lice.
It's like they're walking barometers - Woah! Life's a bit too intense right now! I better keep everyone home by catching some childhood ailment or pestilence!
This time it happened to be walking pneumonia instead of lice.
This is what I love about my sweet pea - she laughs with me about the fact that I get mad at her for having walking pneumonia.
And this is my advice to all you people who have kids too young to drive: run out an and get a stepdaughter this very instant! Seriously, older gal was not only willing to bring my pneumonia-ridden sweet pea to the doctor while I was at work, but she was HAPPY to do it!
So how did I end up mad at the gal for being sick? Like this: teenager wakes up unable to breath. Stays up all night watching a movie on her ipod. Then says, "I don't think I can go to school!"
"WHAT!?!?! You stayed up all night watching movies?!?!?! You are going to school let me tell you!!!" Luckily The-Guy-Who-Knows-A-Song-About-A-Chicken had mercy on her poor little pneumonia-ridden-soul and encouraged me to leave her home with older gal. We found out about the pneumonia the next day.
In my defense, although she was sick enough to stay up all night, she was NOT sick enough to ask me for medicine. I guess I'm just THAT unpleasant when I get woken up in the night.
Happy last night of Chanukah everyone and *H*A*P*P*Y* *B*I*R*T*H*D*A*Y* to my boy! I promise to have you a birthday party one of these...months. And to buy you a lunch kit. And to buy you a slice of pizza on Thursday. And whatever all else I've promised you during year 11!