I may regret this, but these are the kind of things a dedicated aunt does.
Oliver put himself out there and sang a Christmas carol on YouTube. So if he can do it, so can I. Prepare to laugh (at me) and cringe as though you were watching a particularly potent episode of the Office.
Before we get to that, though, here is the adorable Oliver singing Jingle Bells. Excellent!
Here is my response.
Thanks to Run-D.M.C. for the lyrics and beat. Making rap videos is hard, yo.
Google is feeling the holiday spirit this year. After I thought I’d been duped when Jackie called from the Chicago airport with no free wifi to be found, I lost my faith in the Google generosity. But, it turns out that Chicago wasn’t on the list of airports with free wifi. Whew. No duping.
Plus, now Google will send an honest to goodness snail mail holiday card on your behalf. They all have some degree of Gmail advertising in them, but who doesn’t like getting snail mail?
Today is my last November post. I’ve plopped something up here every single day for the past month.
Who knows what will happen tomorrow. Will I post? Will I not? Will anybody even notice? Ha!
To sign off, here’s a cute cat alert. Lincoln under a chair. Since I don’t think I’ve put any kitties up all month long.
First up was Bolt, which was better than I expected. The dogs were pretty adorable and the pigeons were hilarious.
In the middle came Four Christmases, which was worse than I expected. I wanted a holiday movie to open the season with and I hadn’t seen this one yet. It was okayish. Not terrible but not really good.
Last night was Funny People. It was really long, but pretty good.
I’m thinking maybe Bolt was the best of the bunch. Have you seen any of these? Did you watch any other flicks over the long weekend?
I’m back to my puzzling ways.
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It’s Christmastime! The mass of Halloween blow up, light up decorations still fresh in my mind, I looked out the front window to find this staring back at me.
I have a feeling this is only the ramp up to the dazzling extravaganza yet to come.
A very rainy commute put my boots to the test again and my feet came out dry and warm. My pants, on the other hand, were soaked. Somehow the back of my shirt also got soaked, but not the sweater I’m wearing over it.
So what’s a girl to do? Wear rain pants? Bring a change of pants? Get a bigger umbrella?
At least pants dry quicker than socks and shoes.
Have you let your opinion loose in the Great American Thanksgiving side dish throwdown?
If not, do it now!
Yesterday was pouring rain, but the sun came out a little today up in New Hampshire.
And then it went right back into hiding.
It’s raining up a storm here and I’ve been out and about in my boots all day. After my last day of work with wet feet, I picked up these bad boys.
So far my feet are still dry.