winter break blogging, chapter eight

... in which the author shares a bunch of random thoughts in lieu of a real blog post. This whole "12 Days of Blogging" thing might have needed a little more planning...

• Visiting with a friend was lovely this morning, and JAM was in heaven with unlimited Wii time with her son.
• Lunch time actually involved conversation today, as opposed to Tuesday's which began with enforced silence. Rock on.
• Red found a game on the DS in which players scream into the sensor to make glass break. Can you say most perfectly tailored game ever?
• Apparently, book reviews don't write themselves, even though I've been thinking about the books for days and days. Dammit.
• Guinea pigs are lovely in a classroom. In my living room, they just stink. I changed their cage this morning, and yet as I sit here typing, I can still smell their stinkiness. Dammit, dammit.
• Oh, and on one more guinea pig front, why in the hell does Annette get crazy thirsty every evening when I sit down at my laptop? If I could write letters to approximate the insanely annoying sound that comes when Annette bites on that little metal ball for fifteen straight minutes, I would type them and it would be as grating to read on the computer screen as it is to hear in real life. 
• A good person would not remove the water bottle after ten minutes of that scritchy scratchy sound.
• I am not a good person.
• Christmas cookies, banana bread, and chocolate pudding pie, oh my... pants won't button. What the hell?

Tomorrow, we ring in the final Friday of break by hosting an anti-playdate. Sure, lots of Red and Pudge's friends are coming over, but there will be no planned activities other than the mimosa consumption that will be occurring among the moms. There are surely enough toys and such to keep the mass of children entertained, because we mamas like our bubbly-infused OJ and we got some chatting to do.


Ending the year on a mimosa high,