My dry sense of humor is often taken wrong, so I feel clarification is in order. Anything that you read on this blog that makes you even remotely wonder, if I am being serious, you can pretty much count on being crap. For those that emailed me threats in order to get me motivated on doing entries into my December Daily I thank you. From now on, you can just send me chocolate. It's kind of like a dangling carrot to a rabbit. It will get me to move. On second thought...either chocolate or a Silhouette will work. Let me know if you need my address.
With saying the above I did get a few more days completed in my book. Day 2 was Emily's school program. The poor girl worried the whole time that I was going to get up and dance once they started singing Oh Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah. Little did she know I was actually waiting for Silver Bells to "bust a move." I'm not completely happy with this page. I tried to get to the concert early, so I could nab a nice color program that would match my pattern paper. Yeah, I know....most people do that to get the best seats. Not only did I get a neon "red" program, but I also sat in the nose bleed seats. Oh well...more leg room to dance the Hora.
Day 3 was about snow. Good thing it snowed, because I was sadly lacking on anything interesting happening that day. I was able to break out my orange shoes (as if they ever really get put away), go to work and get stuck in traffic for a two hour drive home. A drive that usually takes 15 minutes. But hey...it makes the December Daily interesting, so I sang along to the Christmas music radio station all the way home. Remember what I said about a dry sense of humor? Yeah...this would be a good example.
Journaling will be done on the green tag, if the typewriter ribbon I ordered ever arrives.
Day 4 was more celebration of snow. We headed to the park and went sliding. A total blast and let me tell you....the tree that tried to mangle me can take that. Game on, Tree! I plan on coming back next time with a chain saw. I put a photo of me after the wipe out on this page. I want it to go on record that I purposely only showed a quarter of me. I look like the freaking Pillsbury Dough Boy in my puffy, white jacket. I am sure the sales people at that store laughed their butts off seeing that jacket leaving in a bag. Sigh. At least it's warm and I have my orange shoes, if I ever get stuck in a snow bank.
So that is that about that. In a couple of days I will post a few more days. Day 5 is all about going to the tree farm. Speaking of which, I don't think you should be able to call yourself a farm when you do not own at least one cow, but I guess my opinion doesn't matter as the men just laughed and shook their heads upon my inquiry. Of course, I was wearing my "dough boy" suit, so the snickering could have been due to that.