What up yo?

So. No one has puked here in about 4 days. This SHOULD make me happy, but I know the real truth. It means that once my holiday is over, someone will vomit...requiring me to take a day off, etc. etc. etc. Yeah, the germs are smart. You laugh, but they plot and scheme in deviously successful ways. All we can do is stock up on the appropriate supplies...you know, paper towels, Lysol (spray and liquid), Clorox wipes, possibly a mop. One must be vigilant and prepared. That should be our mantra.

In other news, we're going to see an IMAX movie today. Jack really, really wants to see Desolation on the Moon, but I'd rather have my teeth drilled on without the benefit of anesthesia. I think we're going to see Santa vs. The Snowman. 'Cause yeah, that's just one step above unmedicated dental work. The bright spot is, we're going to Macaroni Grill afterwards to eat with Mr. Pinkie's folks, at which point I will likely partake of some nice tomato bruschetta and a ceasar salad. Uh-huh.

Yesterday we put up the Christmas lights outside, put up the dining room and living room trees, put the kid's trees in their bedrooms, and decorated the dining room (which looks soooo good). I'll post pics of as much of it as I can ASAP.

Well, I better scoot. Mr. GP, God Bless His Sweet Heart, went to Taco Bell to pick up lunch. I love him for just such a reason. Hehe. ((Side note: This wonderful fellow worked for 5 hours this morning making endless trips into the attic and to the outside shed, tossing endless amounts of accumulated fodder, sorting through tools, paint cans, etc...all in an effort to clean out our INSANELY horrendous garage. The end result is that we can now fit my vehicle and Mr. Man's Jeep into the garage...with room to spare! He even made a sports bin for the kids badminton, tennis, baseball, wiffle ball, etc. items. Siggh. I'm tellin' ya. It's love!))