The Nebraska Huskers are playing football on the television. I’ve had two bowls of Sauerkraut and Kielbasa. My other family members (including Anjel, one of my daughters from another mother) are downstairs “painting” Megh’s room. So far “painting” means cutting Megh’s bed down from bunk-height to princess-height (setting off the smoke alarm repeatedly with the sawdust); cutting several boards that will serve as a desk top and a bulletin board base; assembling 4 cubbyholders that will also participate in the making of a desk; ripping up part of the carpet because of a suspicious trim piece; and several other activities that require the use of neither brush nor paint.
Which is why I’m not down there. Call me crazy, but if “painting Megh’s room” is on my list for the day, then I want a brush (or roller) in my hand and wet colorant dripping on my shoes.
Instead, I’m watching Nebraska fight against Clemson while I surf the web in an attempt to avoid eating the cookies made last night (while watching the ball drop and insane mediawhores jump things attempting to die in front of millions of viewers) and working on my lesson plans for the Co-op I help with.
It's 3pm. So far I've not avoided the cookies but I've avoided everything else.
And in case you’re wavering on whether the New Year has, in fact, arrived, here's ABBA to make it disco-official:
And, if you think that I'm starting this year as a total waste of oxygen, here's some cool time lapse from NASA:
túrána hott kurdís by hasta la otra méxico! from Till Credner on Vimeo.
So there.
I think I hear a snickerdoodle calling at: marcyjoybryan@gmail.com
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