So tomorrow is Christmas! How did that happen? And when did I start writing in such terrible cliches?
At any rate, I'm just checking in to wish you all a Merry Christmas, or, alternatively, a happy holiday season. I hope you all are ready. We are, but that is only because I lowered my standards. Does the baby Jesus really care, after all, if I have washed my kitchen floor? He is a baby! He won't know! And Jesus's birthday cupcakes are more important. So.
Oh, so I guess that actually means we are NOT ready, because I still have to make cupcakes and orange chocolate chip bread (credit to Linda for pointing me towards that recipe. How could I resist it?), and I still have to wrap Andrew's gifts. But we're ESSENTIALLY ready. The ESSENCE of readiness is there.
And this is a bit of a non-sequitor, but I need to record for posterity that about two weeks ago, Jack wanted to read this book before bed, but, for reasons unknown, called it "The Option is a Man." Yeah, I dunno either.