Friday Fragments...

It's Friday.  And I'm fragmented, as are most of the people on the expressway off ramp going to and from the mall.

But it's all good, because Mrs. 4444 has allowed us all to go to her place and dump all our excess junk off at her doorstep so we can go along and enjoy our holiday festivities.  Go on, visit... I'll wait.

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We've got about 24 hours to go and I must say the workload has drastically fallen off.  I finished work today at 2pm and have tucked myself safely away in the confines of my bedroom.  I will emerge at some point to take the boys to dinner, as I have more energy to go out than to cook.  And I must go to CVS and print out pictures, since the ones ordered from Snapfish are sure to arrive on December 27th.   Besides, it's nice just being me and the boys every once and a while. 

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I've completely lost Tony to all this political crap (note no use of the ugly side line.  Because that is what it is, C.R.A.P.)  It's so bad he confessed to listening on his Sirius radio at lunch, and it has taken over our prime time line up.  I will expect his return somewhere around January 4th.  Until then he's utterly useless to me.

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Oldest: "Mom.  I want to show you a card trick."
Me: "Ok.  But you're still in a towel from your shower.  No one wants to see a card trick when you're naked."
Oldest: "It's good, ma.  I'm gonna make it appear from my butt."


Hmm.  I don't think I'll be needing my cards back buddy.

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I making those pretzel and Hershey kiss treats that everyone seems to have pinned on Pinterest tonight for Sunday.  Here's hoping that they are yummy.  I had wanted to try them with Rolos but could not guarantee they were peanut free for my niece.  *sigh*  The caramel goodness will have to wait until next time.

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I bought 48 candy canes, the good kind that taste like bubblegum and jolly ranchers, for the boys' classrooms and totally forgot to send them in to school.  Now I'm doing everything I can to get rid of them.  If you find one in your mail box, no worries, it's from me.

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I have managed to avoid the gingerbread house fiasco.  Now, don't get me wrong, I love doing the houses, I really do.  But the expense of all the stuff, buying and baking the Gluten Free gingerbread, and then eventually throwing away the carnage, is really too much for me this year.  And as long as Tony says nothing, I think I may be home free.

(And no honey, this is not your opportunity to mention it, hint at it, or even form the words gingerbread, that is... if you value your life.) 

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Tony: "Ok.  So you have the ball, and then they get all over you.  So you do this... and then go like this... got it?"
Youngest: "Yup."
Tony: "OK now you try."
(sounds of throwing and handing off of basketball)
Me: "Um.  What's going on out there?"
Tony: "We're working on lay ups and fake outs."
Me: "It's 6:20 in the morning, and you're in the living room.."
Tony: "Listen woman!  NBA all stars aren't born, they're made.  Now go back to bed."

And at that moment, I was too tired to argue, and no one needs to tell me twice to go back to bed.  But if something breaks, they'd better be working on their defense as well.