My aunt (in law) sent us a Christmas package--very sweet of her. In it, she included candy, a little sled knick-knack, and some wooden blocks with letters and pictures on them, the idea being that they're supposed to spell out "Merry Christmas."
They don't. Hence the blog title (they do spell that).
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This began promisingly: A few minutes ago, H was tugging my pants down around my ankles on the living room floor. There was some biting involved. Perhaps a few rugburns.
Alas. He doesn't like it when I wear his sweat pants. We really need to turn up the heat.
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This morning I awoke to sunlight pouring in through my window. It was beautiful. It was bright and clear. It was the kind of sunshine I haven't seen in weeks, especially with our Northwest winters.
It was ten minutes before work started.
Oops.