Two, count them, two weeks till Christmas break. Can I get an Amen, ladies? If our kiddos get any squirrelier, I don't know what we'll do with them. Friday was like herding cats. I'm about to wear out. Then we took off for a Willie Nelson/BillyBob Thornton concert in the mountains of Eastern Kentucky, hit a snow storm and crashed my little Jeep. Remember the passenger side that was replaced last year? Now I'll have a new driver's side to match. We were heading up a mountain, hit a slick spot, crossed 3 lanes, hit a guard rail, bounced back into our lane... all without hitting anyone else. God is good. Changed a busted tire, calmed ourselves and drove on. But Willie was as good as our last time 33 years ago. The arena wasn't as full of pot smoke, the crowd was older and smaller, but Willie played on. How was your weekend?
Tonight we went to see the grandsons perform in their preschool Christmas program. During the last song Gavin slowly unbuttoned and took off his cute red plaid shirt and proclaimed, "I'm hot, Dad." Had on a cute little grey wife beater underneath. Then he wiped his nose on the shirt sleeve. Caleb stood behind him singing his heart out. it was a sweet moment for G-ma, let me tell you. I love those two sweeties.
I think all my shopping is finished, the tree is in the parlor, undecorated and I'm thinking about baking cookies. Does that count as being ready for Christmas? When did I get so old and tired? I've always put up the tree, decorated it, wrapped gifts and baked 12 different kinds of cookies in a weekend. Now I just want to go to bed and pull the blankies over my head til Jan. 1. Good idea, see you later Ladies.
Have a quick, painless week. Love, Lila