Tuesday, December 23, 2008

A Post Wherein Brandy is Hopped Up On Coke and Reindeer Food and May Swear

It's bloody 12:50,Tuesday, my husband is just getting in the shower (I got mine at like 9:00). The house is a mess, the dishes are a mountain, the laundry is a mountain range over 3 different rooms. I have eaten nothing good, mostly rice cereal coated with peanut butter and chocolate and power sugar. The keys on the right side of this key board are also coated with peanut butter, chocolate, and powder sugar.

Crichton wrote a letter to Santa and put it in the mail box with no stamp, just "Santa Claus, North Pole." A few days later he wrote back. Like really wrote back. Like someone took the letter, read it, and responded specifically to my kid's request (a bell from Santa's sleigh or Indiana Jones Lego set). Crichton has continued with is Santa correspondence, writing the letters and responding to them himself. He wrote to tell Santa he was being good. This is what "Santa" write back:
What is with my wacky kid?



And Sagan got a beautiful dress for Christmas, which she got to wear on Sunday.



Ok, I'm sorry, but I can not type and string thoughts together at this point. I'm gonna run some of this energy off, there is laundry to fold.

Dammsit, i think it is the Christmas music .. i can't take it ..

3 Brilliant Bits of Inspiration:

Britt said...

LOL! Oh I love it! That is so something I can see mine doing in another year or so. Awesome!
If it makes you feel better, the laundry situation here is about the same-- plus we have half empty suitcases from our trip all over the place... to trip over. :D

j4luck said...

Sagan is so completely adorable in those pictures. She looks like she loves having her picture taken!

Jenny said...

That letter is hilarious! You should frame the whole exchange of letters.

Seriously. I think your kid is going to grow up to be a writer like you!