Santa

So it turns out my barre class is going to be okay. I know you were worried, Bloggy.  The only problem is as I plie and releve my blogs off, you can actually hear my body CREAKING.  Yikes. Snap crackle pop and creak.  I am like, hmmm, maybe turn the music up?  So we shall see if this new exercise actually helps my ball and sockets or if I will crackle and fall into a pile of Nancy twigs.  I love being an experiment, Blog!

So wouldn't you know the kids still believe in Santa.  And I mean, like they are expecting him at dinner tonight.  I don't know how somebody has not dashed these kids dreamsicles yet, but it's true. So that's cool with me because I love it when my kiddos stay in their younger space.  I feel no need to rush them into growing up.  The problem is they are so flipping smart that it is hard to explain WHY Santa will not get them an XBox One this holiday season.  I mean, Santa is not a douchebag.

(I know I know Blog, the language. You are still so young.  Apologies).

Anyhooz, lists are being made and I of course found H like this at 700AM