Boxing Day
Now that I'm all Old 'n' Shit™, I find I like Boxing Day even better than Christmas. It's the day to relax, to assess (ungrudgingly and without blame), the day to perhaps engage in a little desultory clean-up, the day to nibble on those anchovy-stuffed olives from my stocking (and yes, I do like them; any other questions?), the day to slough around in pjs and not worry too much about anything.
Well. The Leapster that we got for Freakshow isn't working, so we need to take it back. However, the individual I'm married to is very very bad about saving receipts. So far, we have nto found it yet.
The individual I'm married to also finally was conquered by my sore throat /sore ear/ fever thing and has been pretty much nonfunctional since yesterday. I am experiencing a certain level of sour amusement in how he is dealing with the same thing I had.
Freakshow has been vomiting--and not finding the toilet. I was up at midnight last night to clean up after her. This morning saw me cleaning up another bout, composed of grape kool-aid on the beige living room carpet.
I haven't yet put in myy contacts.
The Young Idea (12 year old) just announced to me that she likes thrash metal.