My day started out at about 7 a.m. with a warm bowl of mashed potatoes. If only it would end so nicely. Tonight I get the wrapping paper, the holiday cards, the cookie baking supplies, the gifts, and then in January I get the bill.
Holidays would be so much nicer if I were obnoxiously rich. Is 27 too old for making good on adoption options? I wonder if the Hilton's would have me?
In a pinch, I would also condsider the position of Mrs. Jude Law. Oh my, when I see that man, makes me think: God did good!
