Her Bad Mother

Friday, December 12, 2008

And Then, There Was Fun

I know exactly how she feels.

We're at Disney World, where, you know, if you don't bounce around in paroxysms of joy they send the dogs after you. It's a long story. I'll catch you up when there's a break in the mayhem, or when I collapse from wish-upon-a-star fatigue. Whichever comes first.

In the meantime, my current reflections on matters Disney can be found here. And the reason that picture rocks, here.

And you can still rock the holidays, Linus-style, and win an IPod shuffle, here.

Send me all your best hopes for survival. I think that I might need them.