I'm sick of sugar, sick of leftovers, craving a salad so bad I can't stop thinking about it. I didn't dare go out driving to the store today though, the weather outside was frightful. The kids were out in it, only about for an hour. They were sliding on their little butt-sized sliders with handles into the ditch. It's a slope of about 3 feet but they thought it was hilarious.
I managed to lose my entire email address book when we switched to this new computer (don't ask, I'm an idjit) and am missing email addresses for several of my friends back in the States, with no way other than snail mail to contact them...the horror! If you're reading this, EMAIL ME.
A bit ago, I turned off all the lights except the fairy colors on the tree, put on one of the mix CDs that Becky sent me and lay on the couch to listen. We've seen each other something like 5-6 times in the past 26 years and yet she can still nail my musical tastes right on the nose.
Something That Made Me Laugh Yesterday: Karin wanted to wear her viking troll hat while we were eating dinner, but Anders and I made her take it off. It sat at the end of the table during the meal, and at some point as we were finishing, Anders picked it up and put it on and made troll faces at the kids. Martin got this horrified look on his face, darted a glance out the windows at the street, and yanked it off his head, saying, "Papa!! Stop it before someone SEES YOU!" He was mortified! HAHAHAHAHA!! It was even better a little later when I put it on. He nearly fainted with embarrassment. I can't wait until he's a teenager! muahahahaha
I'm in the middle of The Silver Chair, which is the Narnia book I probably like the least, after having blown through all the rest in the past couple of days, except The Magician's Nephew which I forgot about because we started with The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. I'll read it next, I think, since I can't very well read about the beginning of Narnia after the end of it. Martin insisted upon continuing with the fourth Oz book instead of Narnia for bedtime reading. He wants to alternate Oz and Narnia. I find this completely bizarre. Did he not inherit my OCD-reading genes?! Does he not know you must FINISH A SERIES before starting another one? ANARCHY!
Since the weekend holidays, we have done absolutely nothing social. No guests, no visits to friends, nothing. We did call one couple that we've been meaning to hook up with for a long time, but they were busy every evening this week, so we'll try again later in January. I suddenly wonder if this week of no plans, no work, no things to do, is the source of my restlessness.