Vacation is over. Finally.

I’ve started this 10 minutes before my
yoga class starts.

This is because it has been two
weeks since I’ve been to yoga and I’m doing everything to put it off.  I just 
know this is going to be painful. 
Sigh.  Vacations.  What a pain, sometimes.  This “vacation” brought even more car
drama.  I’m done with cars.  I’m reverting back to horse and buggy.

Except.  I’m allergic to horses and so that won’t do
at all.

A long story short:  more car problems headed back to Seattle.  In Seattle, car got backed in to.  Blech. 
I really do need to go lie like a corpse in yoga and then I need to go
read my Bible.  That would be a very good
idea, indeed.

The good news is that my family
is now officially done with Christmas (I do love Christmas, it’s just that if I
had to do Christmas after these past two weeks I’d probably  cry. 
Too much is too much.  Listen to
me, I’m so wise [I say tongue in cheek]). 
So now, it’s on to getting everything put into my original last name
(again), Christmas cards and sending the Christmas gifts that need to be
sent. 

Now the real relaxing begins.

Geez.  I hope when I go back to work I find that all
of my families have been able to maintain (primarily for their sakes).  I can’t blog about my new job, really.  It was easy to blog about my darlings in
detention. 

Ah, give me a few weeks.  I’ll figure it out.

And, by the way, I’ve posted just
a couple more pictures in the photo album re: This Christmas.  There’s a picture of two Christmas trees
inside the resort, but there is something *really* creepy at the top between
the two trees.  Any thoughts?  Sister and I tried and tried and tried to
come up with a rational explanation and … couldn’t.  As well, my parents decided to buy a tree
this year at a charity auction (picture of tree to come soon).

That is why our tree looked like
Happy Feet.

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