Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Right This Very Minute

Sing it.

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We're still recovering from our roadtrip south. Hard to get back in the swing. Our clocks are off and our bodies are sore. Today is somewhat back to normal. I had to run out this morning to get some heat to bring us thru the new year and tie up some loose ends. That was a mistake. Even at 7am, the town was hopping. Glad our Christmas shopping is officially over. And all the mail order items have arrived, save one. But nothing big. Much better than last year.

Christmas can't be here fast enough. That eggs goldenrod is calling me. Laura is cooking up the Christmas cookies. Cream cheese is up first. She made a double batch. I'll eat one raw. We watched Holiday Inn the other night. Tonight's viewing will only get jollier, and probably a little less racist. Full steam ahead to Saturday morning, and nothing can get in the way. Not even our slightly creepy and extremely docile public broadcast Santa show.

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C'mon Santa show a little spirit!

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Look at that sad elf. That's not how we're doing it.

Sidenote: Laura took this photo of Yuula on the road, somewhere in south Virginia. It's one of my favorites yet.

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Bubble mouth and all.

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