Unconscious would be good right now

  1. Terrify :: realizing my daughter will be anything but “low maintenance.”
  2. Month :: January, because I can’t think of December anymore.
  3. Throat :: Deep!
  4. Invasion :: of the body snatchers.
  5. Nail :: hammer, of course. Mine is named “Mike.”
  6. 12 :: days of Christmas
  7. Bicker :: my kids! Should have just named them Bicker.
  8. Thomas :: Tank. Forever seared on my memory.
  9. Sibling :: cats and dogs. See “bicker.”
  10. Delude :: myself into thinking I’ve got Christmas wrapped up.

Go play!

Not a creature was stirring..

Yeah, right.

Okay, (folks with kids) raise your hand if you ever get to bed before midnite on Christmas Eve?

And how about the night before that?

That’s what I thought.

My wife is a wrap star tonite, getting ready for our visit with cousins tomorrow. My boys are helping, the baby finally crashed.

And my son helped me make these, which are (in his words) “fucking awesome.”
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