more work. more cleaning. more tired.
bitchbitchbitch. that’s all i ever do.
except when i was laughing at zoë’s repeated daddy kissing. she closes her eyes and cups his face and plants a big one on him, without any tongue, for once. and it’s like something out of a soap opera and i swear, it’s cryable, it’s so sweet.
it’s a new thing. accept it.
i am almost done my exmas shopping. how are YOU doing?
now it’s just my neighbour’s kid, one small thing for my client’s kid who is z’s age and some photo developing. the rest of the seven weeks will be filled with xmas cards, and buying an xmas spread (tree, decorations, paper, and seasonal dishware! etc.), crafting, baking and planning! and spoiling z more, as money allows.
oh and i am super excited because there is a new santa clause movie coming out and i love the tim allen/santa series.
this post was brought to you by seven years old.
ps. i will be sending santa letters from z and me. cuz i am a geek.
pps. if i don’t have it, you’d best be emailing me your address if you want some seasonal mailage. click the link on the sidebar, dudes.
ppps. raymi got her scarf and cid likes it, too, and that’s all i really cared about. click the creative page, above, for pics. and if you haven’t yet, go to her blog and read it ALL and then vote for her. she’ll show you the way to voting nirvana.
