I am actually waiting to go pick up Hutch and go to WALMART. A place I am politically and diametrically and morally and socially and religiously opposed to. But what Hutch wants . . . plus, it's kinda fun to dip a toe in the mad mad world of gimme gimme holiday shopping for a minute. And I do get distracted by the shiny . . . and I need underwear. And apparently, that is NOT a Christmas present. (news to me and my santa of yore who always stuffed the stockings with a little Hanes . . .)
also, my drabbles are up at the advent. am recording this here since I didn't even remember I wrote things for it last year.
also, any of you (LOOKING AT SUE) want some christmas crack - could ya gimme a first sentence? Or an idea? Or something you've wanted cracked for while? I got a day or so of lounging coming in the next week and will love to be crack cracking the boys.
Merry Merry to all of you . . . xoxo
p.s. the userpic is of Hutch's delicious turtles we made - she made - were made - last weekend. 400 of em . . .