a minor victory

I've managed to empty all my clothes hampers. The last load is in the washer.

Yeah, it's nothing big, but we moms take our triumphs where we can get them.

Ink Jet needs to visit the vet. He has an abcess behind one ear that he's managed to rip open with his claws. Not sure where he got it; very likely picked it up during a fight. But it's unpleasant looking, and I don't want him to get an infection. I think that's the way his father (or the cat we think was his father) lost both of his ears. So he's to see the vet tomorrow morning, which means I get up and take the van.

The boys have had a nice visit with Boy #1's old friend from down the street. The mom there send me some frozen blueberries. Looks like it's time to make some muffins! Still waiting on a gift for the girl. I've  emailed the place I ordered it from on Saturday, politely asking the status of my order - and I haven't heard back yet. Considering that I ordered this back on the 11th, I think I have reason to be concerned. I may email again.

And I discovered that the archangel Gabriel is the patron saint of... postal workers! I'll let Hubby in on that when he gets home.

Not the best of Christmas news

My dad called today to tell me that he's tested positive for prostate cancer. They haven't looked at the options yet, so he's not sure how they're going to treat it, but the doctor seemed confident that they could get it all.

I hope so.

Yeah, I think so. Especially that last bit...

You Are Eggnog

Your holiday personality is indulgent. The holidays are when you enjoy your favorite treats without abandon. And while you're a bit greedy for your favorite goodies, you aren't selfish. You're the type who makes a whole bunch of holiday treats and gives them to everyone you know.

What Holiday Drink Are You?