Friday, December 17, 2010

the twelve days of Christmas ...if I'm not candy caned first.

On the fifth day of Christmas my children gave to me...

five meals that someone else brings (my palate is ready to move beyond frozen pizza and caesar salad).


Four swearing words (don't worry the c-word isn't one of them, Conservative especially when paired with Progressive, is even too much for this blog, although sometimes when I stub my toe or someone cuts me off in the passing lane, I yell out "Stephen Harper!").

Three holding pens (but the humane kind).

Two latex gloves (you know, to preserve my manicure).

And a nap with nobody but me.

4 comments:

  1. K, seriously, I am sooo in on that nap....who do I have to kill to get any time to myself around here??? "Peace be with you" my ass....

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  2. i prefer to yell out 'dalton mcguinty' every time i see the hst on my reciept.. fckr.

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  3. Hahah. Stephen Harper. I screamed out his name when I got our GD water bill.

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  4. 'stephen harper'! that is halarious! glad to have back in blogland even if it's just for the holidays!

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bitch please...