On Sunday we made sushi and Buffalo chicken dip for a party that he was going to. I don't like sushi, but he was running late, so I helped. I tasted a piece. Nope, don't like it when I make it, either. Nori, the seaweed stuff that holds sushi together, tastes like the part of fish's taste that I don't like. The texture is off-putting, too. It's like a fish-flavored Fruit Roll Up. Why would anyone eat that deliberately??
I've done a little Christmas shopping. Both of the girls really want American Girl dolls. So even though I swore I wouldn't drink that KoolAid, that's what they're getting from "Santa" this year. Stupid Santa gets all the credit for the awesome gifts, the big jolly jerk. Next year Santa's going to bring them socks and underwear, and Mommy is going to get them a pony.
I swear, kids came up with this Santa thing. Because when Mary Grace (very prematurely) wrote her letter to Santa, and said, "I've been good, please bring me the Marie-Grace American Girl Doll," I thought, "If we don't get it for her, she's going to think that she's BAD." How could I possibly do that to her?
We also went to see the play "The True Story of the Three Little Pigs" on Sunday afternoon at Purdue, but it was a disaster and I don't want to talk about it. Let's just say that Jack won't be enjoying the theater again, children's play or otherwise, for a very, very long time.
|One of us is about to be VERY bad.|
|Penny and Mommy agree that it's a good thing he's so cute.|
That's about all. Just the usual. Nothing terribly noteworthy or hilarious these days.