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Stuff for me.
I, uh, introduced Xander to bath fizzies. They had wee toys in them - don't judge.
Suffice it to say, he loved the whole idea and would like one every night, please. (Not recommended for a lot of reasons, not the least of which is cost.)
If it fixes the whole dry skin issue? Okay. Good. Now. Find more bath fizzies and this time, it's for the kid!
For me?
I'll own up to it. this is my Yuletide story and I don't hate it. I mention the lack of time I spent on it largely because I would spend MORE time writing, but I like eating, sleeping indoors and so on. *sighs* The time I did get for this was carved out of my life with a sharp knife. VERY sharp. This is my third year, and the comments are just food for my wee soul. I'll be living on this for months. One more time - less than four hours, no rewrites or beta. I ran a spellcheck on it. That's it.
I'd like this cookbook. You know I collect them, right?
My appreciation for Avatar extends largely to the Happy Meal toys, which are awesome, are genderless and we have all of them already. The movie - no idea yet. But I am splendidly happy that something without a franchise walking in the door is doing so well right now. Fuck you Twilight, right in the ear.
Moving on.
Christmas came like a summer storm - it hit, blew out all the lights, entertained us greatly and left as fast as it came. The day after was absolute bliss - I am finding I much prefer just the three of us when we are together - add family and I completely stress out. Best gift for Xander? A needlepoint stocking both my mother and sister worked on, that was originally for my 25+ year old nephew? It had survived a house fire, that's how old that project is. And it has his name on it and everything. STOKED.
Beyond that? He'd love to start opening more presents now, please. But he literally can't decide which toy to take to school for show and tell first. *snickers*
I also have a craving for a roaring campfire and a massage. Maybe the readoption party on the 15th could include a beach party with s'mores?
There's a crockpot roast waiting for me at home - and I am so ready to begin 2010, you have no idea.
Suffice it to say, he loved the whole idea and would like one every night, please. (Not recommended for a lot of reasons, not the least of which is cost.)
If it fixes the whole dry skin issue? Okay. Good. Now. Find more bath fizzies and this time, it's for the kid!
For me?
I'll own up to it. this is my Yuletide story and I don't hate it. I mention the lack of time I spent on it largely because I would spend MORE time writing, but I like eating, sleeping indoors and so on. *sighs* The time I did get for this was carved out of my life with a sharp knife. VERY sharp. This is my third year, and the comments are just food for my wee soul. I'll be living on this for months. One more time - less than four hours, no rewrites or beta. I ran a spellcheck on it. That's it.
I'd like this cookbook. You know I collect them, right?
My appreciation for Avatar extends largely to the Happy Meal toys, which are awesome, are genderless and we have all of them already. The movie - no idea yet. But I am splendidly happy that something without a franchise walking in the door is doing so well right now. Fuck you Twilight, right in the ear.
Moving on.
Christmas came like a summer storm - it hit, blew out all the lights, entertained us greatly and left as fast as it came. The day after was absolute bliss - I am finding I much prefer just the three of us when we are together - add family and I completely stress out. Best gift for Xander? A needlepoint stocking both my mother and sister worked on, that was originally for my 25+ year old nephew? It had survived a house fire, that's how old that project is. And it has his name on it and everything. STOKED.
Beyond that? He'd love to start opening more presents now, please. But he literally can't decide which toy to take to school for show and tell first. *snickers*
I also have a craving for a roaring campfire and a massage. Maybe the readoption party on the 15th could include a beach party with s'mores?
There's a crockpot roast waiting for me at home - and I am so ready to begin 2010, you have no idea.