Th Four B's

Bath, Book, Boob, Bed

So far, it works. Someimes.

Until it is fool-proof or unfool-proof, we'll do it till Brandon gets it right. Now, explain to me what I just said.

Well, I am certain I will get a minimum of 70% on the last assignment. That's a good feeling. The one I am doing now, I am sure I can do well on it, also. I just need time. Ha! Time? What's that?

You think being on Mat Leave....wait have I said this before? By George, I think I have. By George? Who's George? I don't know.

Lee is out picking up our deep freeze right now. Yay! Bulk meat!

Last night, I spent half an hour trying to convince my brother into coming back home for Christmas.

Me: It will be Brandon's first Christmas.

Brother: So, he won't remember if I am there.

Me: But wouldn't it be nice, when he looks back on the pictures and saw that you were there....from the beginning?

Brother: Oh, aren't you clever with the guilt trips.

Me: It comes with being a mother. *so true*

Whether he will come down or not is still in the air. I want him to know, whatever he decides, is okay with me. Just be comfortable with your decision. Also, be sure to call us on Christmas Day. You will be missed.

Crazy Thought: One day, maybe we will all do Christmas in New York! I think that would be lovely. And we will all bunk with my brother in his apartment. Right?