As I sit here, debating what to write, my children are behind me throwing the remaining ornaments back and forth. Except that nobody can catch. As far as the tree goes, it's naked. Just lights. Next year, I'm not even going to TRY and put up decorations. Hell to the No.
It's also 7:24 pm and my kids are up. While this may not be a big deal to you, we are seven o'clock people. Lights out, hit the sheets, ZONKED.
So why am I on here instead of putting them to sleep?
SUGAR.
They found a stash of candy from the impromptu birthday party we had earlier this week. Oh yeah, we had a party... Didn't I tell you? It was great. I highly suggest throwing a party in under three hours. It's a special kind of fun. But I had to do it, because, well, you know how I thought we were over that whole friend fiasco? We were most definitely NOT. But that's a story I'll tell you another time when I can hear my own thoughts. (aka tomorrow.... I would say manana or whatever but I'm not sure of the correct spelling plus I don't know how to get the ~ over the n. And yes, it bugs me that much. ahem)
Other things that bug me? YOU not entering my KARAOKE CONTEST. My feelings are a little hurt, guys. I mean, how hard is it to sing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer? Not at all, that's how much. And there's even a PRIZE. Pfhhht. Ya'll are L-O-S-E-R-S. Or at least poor sports. I mean, come on! At least exploit your children!
And uh, errgh, that's about it. I just got licked which makes this post officially OVER.
