Finally had the chance to make the Jonny Craig gingercrack house ornament that I wanted to make at my canceled Pornament Party. Now it truly feels like an Erin Appledale tree. Henry is going to be so thrilled when he comes home.
In other Christmas news, Chooch’s class is singing that fucking Up On the Rooftop song for the school assembly tomorrow, which means that is ALL I HAVE BEEN HEARING FOR THE LAST TWO WEEKS, him rehearsing it: in the car, in the bathtub, during hockey games, while he’s pooping. I wish I could set that song on fire. Or at least punch it in the throat. You know, since I can’t morally do those things to my kid.