wrote three pages of porn...made 36 chicken meatballs...

...two peanut butter pies, a pot of coffee, one load of laundry...and dare I? a partridge in a pear treeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! *whew*

I have zero to report. For some fucked up reason I was up at 5:55 this a.m. Two point five of us are sick. We are all home. I am scrambling between working on my book and getting my shit together for everyone to pile into our home tomorrow night. I have nothing but a deep seated need for a big glass of wine and an overwhelming urge to crawl into a chair and finish reading The Gargoyle (one of the best books I've ever read, hands down). Neither of which I can do right now. So...for now, here is a funny!





Happy Christmas Eve, eve, y'all!

XOXO
Sommer