December 25, 2011

~*~ MeRrY ChRiStMas! ~*~

(Sweetums got a Scotty McCreery cd. Please pray for me.)

BWAHAHA

Cap'n Chaos experienced a dramatic weight loss while he was ill.

Dramatic = Scary.

Now that he is taking his insulin, he is looking more like his old self.

Sweetums: Papa, you're not fun size any more. You are family size.

I love my kid.

Point of Grace- Labor Of Love

Deep.

I told Cap'n Chaos that I was thinking of running away.

He told me to be sure and tell him where to so he could come get me.

Snort.

Celebrate good times...

Happy birthday... to me!

I lit my own candles.

Rawr.

Holly Jolly Christmas

A local radio station has been playing Christmas music continuously.

Since before Thanksgiving.

How many renditions of Jingle Bells and O Holy Night are there?

Porky Pig singing Blue Christmas has become a favorite.

Burl Ives is the only recording of Holly Jolly Christmas for me.

The same goes for Bing's White Christmas.

Or the Muppets singing The 12 Days of Christmas.

This evening, Sweetums introduced me to a whole new song...

"I don't like that version of The Nutcrackler."

BWAHAHA. :o)

Queen for a day...

Sweetums and I were out running a few errands.

We shared a laugh as I did battle with my seat belt.

I may have gained a little weight throughout Thanksgiving.

Sweetums turned on the radio...

Freddie Mercury was belting out "Fat Bottom Girls".

Coincidence?

Snort.

Bittersweet

Dear Santa,

I'm writing this letter because Sweetums is not.

There is no wish list this year.

No Legos...

No teddy bears...

No baby dolls...

And no Little People...

For the first time in fifteen years.

Our girl is growing up.

We've been blessed to enjoy the "age of make believe" for this long.

Now she likes real boys...

Especially Scotty McCreery.

GULP.

For old times sake,

Let's meet for one last round of cookies and milk.

I'll be waiting under the Christmas tree...

With a box of Kleenex.

Sniffle.

Mother Mayhem