I snaked and unclogged two horribly stopped-up drains.
I made a few lists and checked prices online.
I helped Mr. T with his iPod.
I didn't swear when I learned I was down 4 of my 5 Cubbie leaders last night.
I helped the boys clean out some more toys.
I made dinner.
I breathed a giant sigh of relief that Tig didn't die last night.
I freaked out when Otto did that awful, awful thing.
I went to bed really mad at Gemma and rooting harder than ever for Tara.
I like Chucky speaking French. It's charming. In Charming. Ha.
I spent 5 hours on a draft of my epic Christmas letter and it's not epic AT ALL. It's so mediocre that I could weep.
I called Mr. D.
He doesn't like it either. I was hoping he would because I could've talked myself into sticking with it if somebody else liked it.
I cannot waste another day on this, so something brilliant better come to mind today.