Right now Niko and Dottie are curled up asleep on the couch and Zoë is spending the weekend with the Grandparents, so I’m enjoying a little wine (yes I said wine) and some Lord of the Rings action at 3:15 in the afternoon. Have I mentioned the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree? Probably not. But they do twinkle and I enjoy staring at them.
The day Aggie died, we consoled ourselves by bringing home our tree. We had some friends over and spent the evening decorating it, and it looked fabulous. Then it fell over in the middle of the night. Now the tree leans against the wall to one side, so I call it “The Leaning Tower of Christmas.” I’d share a photo, but for some reason it looks perfectly straight in every photo I take. Life is crooked, no?
In completely unrelated news, some of you may recall a rather depressing post I put up a few months ago, and I followed it up with two of my favorite clips from Flight of the Conchords that worked wonders in the cheering-up department, at least for a few minutes. Well, while Zoë and I were enjoying cheeseburgers at Disneyland last week, one of the Conchords sauntered by eating French fries.
Bret McKenzie
I’m so glad I risked Disney exile by snapping this very flattering pic. I wanted to run him down and tell him he made me laugh at the height of my big bad scary depression, but I probably would have scared him, and then Zoë and I would have been asked to vacate the Magic Kingdom.
In more unrelated news, last night Niko made his stage debut at his school’s Winter Festival. I bought him a suit to wear, and the minute he saw it he commenced with the loudest and longest tantrum that’s yet to have graced our household. It took Craig a good 45 minutes to get him to agree to at least wear the pants and the sweater vest. We usually don’t negotiate with our children, but it was either negotiate or throw him out the window. You do what you have to do.
My ever-stylish brood
Right now I’m in complete denial about having to return to work tomorrow after a mostly relaxing weekend. I really, really hope I don’t simply forget to go in. I’m sure it will happen one day.
Enjoy the rest of your Sunday. I’m gonna go pour another glass of vino.
Related articles
- Need A Laugh? (thehamsterwheelblog.com)
- I’m a Sourpuss in a Bad Mood (thehamsterwheelblog.com)
