Christmas morn.
December 23, 2006My cold is hanging on. Feel like poop. Head hurts from coughing. This interferes with my drinking plans, darnit.
Did Christmas with the boys today. It was a hootenanny. My favorite parts were when Daniel saw his Plan*City parking garage and hugged it, and when Andrew saw the life-sized stuffed labrador we got (it stands up), and kept saying, “Doggie! BIG! Doggie! BIG! Wanna ride it!” Hee-hee.
“. . . the sun has gone to sleep and so must I.” (watching a little Sound of Music here tonight.)
