That’s right, I’m working my way through December posts.
It doesn’t even matter anymore what The Big Guy said to them, what they said to him, how excited they were waiting in line. Its done, really done, like a month ago done.
Historical photos found here.
I feel like I’m working behind a desk, trying to get work done for a long past deadline. Except I’m in my PJs, our contractor just came to the door and looked horrified by my appearance at 11:15am. I should be embarrassed. I’m just glad he didn’t see Finn. Finn is in his jammies too, he’s eating candy canes (to get me in the Christmas Spirit), he stinks, and he’s watched a week’s worth of television in one morning.