Yesterday, Mols took and sent pictures of their house and furniture, so I can see where they're at on decorating. Zozo decided he needed to get in on that, turning the photo shoot in to his own mini-version of Cribs. Here he is pointing out the toilet in his bathroom. Mols and I think the toilet bowl may be one of those small containers of water that he will have a penchant for diving into head first.

I'll have you know that I am still treeless, but I'm really feeling tomorrow is my day. I will find The One. In the meantime, I spent this evening distracting myself by whipping up a batch of my "famous" chex mix. It's now my thing after I made it for the potluck last year. Yum.
Man, there are a lot of great shows this week. There is something I want to go to on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights, but I don't know if I'm going to make it to even one of them, sadly. Boo. This cold and difficulties making decisions/coordinating with friends and planetary alignments and holiday parties I should go to (but probably won't because at this particular gathering there is always a little group who decides to break out the chess for true party excitement - ugh!) and blahbitty blah are getting in the way. We'll see what happens, but I think it's safe to assume that you have more engaging posts along the lines of "I'm sitting on the couch watching a terrible 90's movie while complaining about my Christmas tree woes" to look forward to. Must return now to chugging cough medicine and coating myself with Vicks VapoRub.
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