The Bullet List

So much to say, so little inspiration to write it!

- After realizing that the boys had never tried fruitcake, one of the hallowed, horrid Christmas traditions, I purchased one, which I'm sure was even worse than a homemade one. As predicted, no one liked it. It is now being used as a deterrent to misbehaving.

- Scooby waited out the dog next door, Tanner, for two days. Tanner received a new bone for Christmas. Scooby did not. Tanner loved his bone. Chewed it, carried it, guarded it. Scooby waited. Tanner got called inside. Scooby waited. Tanner left. Scooby taketh.

- My oldest son went to a winter formal. With a rose. With a girl. The only thing that consoles this mother's heart is the fact that my little boy wore black and white plaid Chuck's to the dance.

- I have a new oven. And it was a gift. A shiny, stainless steel, five burner gift. But my favorite part, the part that was the clincher...much like the laundry chute was the clincher for buying this house...was the warming drawer. That's right, a warming drawer. With controls. I can keep food warm or warm up plates. Or, as done here regularly, warm up shirts in the morning. (Yes, we have a dryer. It's apparently more fun to warm shirts up in the warming drawer of the oven.)

- A Christmas tree wedged into a corner, with only lights and ornaments on the exposed parts, will become too heavy on that side. Gravity will take over, even if gravity does not remember it's job for 12 hours. Suddenly, it will remember and it may just happen when you are sitting by it and are the only one awake in the morning.

- Giving up all food with sugar is best done any other two months out of the year than November and December. Just ask Jon. Jon, the poor, sugarless man, is just days away from a sugar high, so he was gifted a huge box of the items he's missed the most over the past two months ~ Reese's cups, Mountain Dew, Snickers, gummy worms, Ale 8. Cruel temptation? Possibly, but totally unintentional.

- Jack got his wish of his two front teeth for Christmas. They've only been knocked loose once.

- When one has a pimple the size of a dime under one's nose, what is the best course of action? I am leaning towards a band-aid, which is obvious, yes, but spares any viewer nightmares.

- Sometimes bullet posts are the only way to rescue ten scrambled blog posts stuck in one's mind, and assemble them into one post.