Tuesday is...

truly terrific,
or
totally tremendous,
or
tiredly trying.
for shizzle.

Christmas has been up, aside from the tree...
which is as awkward to carry up from the basement by yourself, as it would be to sit on Santa's lap when you're thirty two. Also only half the lights on my garland gracing my mantle are working, (tis my life- half my "lights" are on and twinkling bright, and the other half are struggling to shine with a loose wire or broken bulb somewhere) until they decide to cooperate, we will wait for photos of christmas at the schofield house.

Tade is napping...
so after I blog about what I'm going to do,
I'll actually do it.
Huh?
*
I'm going to watch this...

while I make these...

while I eat this.

I bought this for $5 dollars yo...

and I made 60 of these last night.

Candy Turkeys, a long time Thanksgiving family tradition.

I better hurry off before the gigantor baby awakes

and the day is once again full of

happy slobber,

crocodile tears,

and crumb destruction,

or any kind of household destruction for that matter.