Weekend Update 12.19.10

1. I should not have complained about snow. Early Thursday morning we had an ice storm. Much worse than snow. At least this year's was not as catastrophic as "The Ice Storm of '09." The roads, however, are still pretty treacherous. As is our back porch, driveway, steps, and sidewalk. We haven't found the bag of salt yet.

2. The creation of Christmas gifts goes on. I really LOVE not shopping in December. Frances and I went to the Walmart (crazy wild Saturday night, I know) for a few supplies, and I was very glad not to be worrying about purchasing gifts. Instead, I focused my energies on finding junk food. And shrinky dinks. Succeeded on the junk food. No shrinky dinks in Walmart, though, in case you need some. I guess I'll have to trek to Hobby Lobby sometime if I want those. The upside to that situation is that I'll have a good excuse to drive through Chick Fil A for another peppermint chocolate chip shake!

3. For as much as we've been in the house lately, you would think we could make some headway on the cleaning. You would think that, but you would be wrong. I swear it seems to get worse every day. Where does all of this junk come from? I need to watch a few episodes of Hoarders and then go throw some crap out. If I had been thinking, I should have just planned to give everyone hand-me-downs for Christmas presents. Looks like I'm all set for Christmas 2011, though!

4. The cats will be outside cats. Any minute now. Really. I mean it. It's just really cold. And they like to hover outside the back window meowing pathetically. I think I could stand them inside except for one thing: the kitty litter. And one other thing: the jumping on the table. Last night Biggie ate Henry's mac 'n cheese while Henry took a potty break. Not a happy scene. Apparently, though, cats don't enjoy Cheerios. Gipper is certainly happy about that!

5. Henry would like for everyone to admire his gingerbread man. Notice that it's actually a gingerbread house. Details details.

Today Henry and I made a gumdrop "reef." "It's bee-you-tiful!"

6. This week when I refer to the baby as Fran, Henry says, "I want you call her Frannie, Mommy." Okay then.

Lately Henry loves to tell me, "You are my mother. I am your son."

If I don't see ya, Merry Christmas!