Each Christmas I say it's going to be a homemade Christmas. I've been sort of successful at it for the past 2 years, but not nearly as successful as I'd like to be. I still owe my sister her gift from last Christmas. So far this year I've made one Christmas gift and one birthday gift. I have one more birthday gift and five more Christmas gifts to go. Maybe next year I should start in oh, say, June instead of November.

Ahhh... the joys of semi-single parenting when Daddy Pickles is at the fire house. The bedroom monsters showed up tonight. They were purple and orange and blue. Shooing them into the kitchen didn't work. Ushering them out the front door didn't work either. Why oh why did the monsters have to visit on the night that Mama Pickles was supposed to make a pumpkin pie and pumpkin cranberry muffins for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow?

How hard can it be to find a measley 20 minutes a day to write a post? Aparently very hard in this house. I am trying to do better. I promise.