Safe return
Back in B-more, all unpacked, et cetera, boring, yadda, all that stuff.
We had a wonderful, supertastic, delishtabulous Christmas. I didn’t want it to end.
But that’s what Christmases do, they end, and then you come back and unpack your presents and go back to work and it’s OK, it’s the natural order of Christmases.
I still have a buttload of photos I’ll probably upload, and I have to figure out this whole digital video thing, as well as get the laptop customized, optimized, primatized, and set up to my liking.
God. Am such a geek.
In the meantime, ponder this beautiful little face. He’s asking Santa for a few more teeth, I think. Or maybe some cheese. Or a cell phone.
Look at that face! Don’t you just want to give him whatever his wee heart desires? I blame it on those eyes — crystal blue persuasion, man.
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Yes! Yes! A pony! Cheese Doodles! Anything for the tiny baby with the heart-shaped face. His wish is my command! As for crystal blue persuasion…I haven’t heard anyone invoke the title of that song in FOREVER! Tommy James and the Shondelles. A righteous song.
ooh, score one for you for recognizing the song! I heard it on the radio and could not resist co-opting the title.
Righteous, man.
He’s so cute. I can’t wait to see video, figure that part out first!