Ah. I'm back. What a Christmas. Daxon was spoiled. Mumma & Dada where spoiled.
We got a nice lil' toy from Nanta - yes, Nanta (Nana + Santa = Nanta).
a Cannon ZR80 Digital Video Cam
How freaking fantabulous is that? We got it Christmas eve so we got to record every second of Daxon's first Christmas morning. Which happened exactly how I described it, only he was laying down and crying.
His Christmas Day was loaded with fun playing with all his new toys. All cute, all day.
Back to MY TOYS! No. Not that kind. Perverts.
I got an All-in-One HP printer.
I got a nifty keyboard with all kinds of cool buttons. In fact..."I'll never have to click anything aaaagaaaaainnnnnn OOOOOHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" - If you didn't get the reference you suck for cake MacArther Park.
My shins are killing me. They are battered and bruised. You know why? Because apparently, APPARENTLY, buggies cannot travel in snow very well. What should have been a 5 minutes walk to the library was a half and hour battle royale. I came out of the battle badly bruised, extremely pissed off, but okay. On the way to the library, Daxon managed to fall asleep. He managed to fall asleep while being jolted, tossed and thrown about in his buggy. So, next time he wakes up at 3:00am and won't settle back to sleep should I just throw him around a bit? Perhaps juggle him with a couple oranges?
I was also a stupid moron. I did not call my husband who's job it is to bail me out of tough situations for a ride home. No no folks. In my twisted little brain I though it would be nice for him to sleep. I apparently also thought it absolutely delightful that I endure another round of beatings from the bastards who don't run their snow blowers in both directions to clear a 5 inch wider path and the fucktards who can't lift shovels but still manage to harm me.
Once I finally arrived home, I open the door and yelled "NEVER EVER AGAIN!" Which boils down to this - I will never be able to leave my house again this winter unless I am being driven or I manage to acquire some sort of snow/pavement friendly transportation device for Daxon. Ideally, a sled with little wheels. Or the snow must vanish. And I do wish it will just vanish. But not in a 30 foot wave.
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