You NAILED a scrapbooking party....they are so obnoxious, and I'm a dedicated scrapbooker! ;) Also, the horrors of the kids at a home party, coupled with the dog, are writing perfection. I've experienced both issues, along with pet fur in the food, and so I was laughing thru the entire chapter. :) I never understand why parents let their kids run like crazy people at a home party like that...it annoys everyone, except, of course, that one strange mom who dotes on little Junior. :)Since it's been all book-book-book (say that fast and you sound like a chicken) around here, I feel like we should take a breather and look around at the other stuff.
I'm loving the book! LOVE IT! :) I'm so proud of you!
(However, I'll be mopey at you in the morning....I'm going to spend alot of time into the wee hours reading and be tired all day tomorrow.....but it's all good!)
Outside, Jax is currently hauling out the recycling, one piece at a time, to various spots around the yard. Helpful dog.
Team Testosterone had their Christmas concert at school--it went predictably well. Adorable little kids, incredibly resentful bigger boys, self-important bigger girls all sang familiar songs with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Mr. G decided such an Important Event required neckware, so he borrowed a tie from Mr. D:
We received some steaks in the mail from my folks and Team Testosterone enjoyed An Afternoon with Dry Ice:
I've only seen ONE Christmas movie so far--Friday night Team Testosterone and I nestled into my bed and watched Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, which remains one of the worst movies with some of the catchiest tunes. Upon this viewing I noticed the cozy cottage on the Island of Misfit Toys was tricked out with window boxes--with blooming flowers in them.
Tonight Mr. D and I are going to shop for gifts and I have Grand Ambitions of watching a few holiday flicks before the end of the week. Tomorrow is Jen on the Edge's Annual Holiday Home Tour, so I better grab a dust rag and a camera.
Spill it, reader. What's making you grin?