- I figured you were all sick of me. The fact that I'm still getting hits proves otherwise. Thanks for that!
- I am writing my final exam for the 96 person class. It has to cover pretty much everything that ever happened in the theatre in about 25 questions.
- I had to grade 200 papers. Am moron. Gave 2 large writing assignments back to back. Silly Jen.
- Dean and I are doing a craft project. It's true. There may be pictures when we're done.
- I finally started Christmas shopping!
- Keeping Dean out of the Christmas tree is a full-time job.
- Dean has learned to clear his throat. Every time he does it, I think he's choking and do the finger swipe. He is very tired of me.
- There are Dreamsicles in my freezer. It's hard to type when you've got a Dreamsicle in your hand.
- Everyone I know has lost their minds. I think maybe it's just the holiday craziness, but seriously. Everyone is nuts this week. And guess who everyone calls when everyone goes nuts??? Yup. They'd better not push me over my cell phone minutes.
- I've been eating French bread. Lots and lots of French bread. Don't ask.
How's YOUR week been?
Save me a Dreamsicle!
Posted by: J | December 03, 2009 at 10:03 PM
French bread? Yum!
Dean sounds like he is already such a MALE with that throat clearing - every guy I ever dated and the one I married all seemed so so much phlegmier than I am. Not that there's anything wrong with that, just an observation.
Megan has learned how to pick her nose. Effectively! No longer just random digging!
Posted by: eva | December 04, 2009 at 02:24 PM
We put our tree up yesterday on Keaton's b-day. Luckily the shiny new trucks distracted him from the shiny new tree but I don't know how much longer that distraction is going to work!
Posted by: rkmama | December 05, 2009 at 02:31 PM