– look to the right, now back at me. Via my Instagram feed, you'll see that I have my children doing my dirty work for me now. In princess dresses, nonetheless.
– in related news, Amalah started following me on the Insta and I am HONORED and FREAKED OUT. She is LITERALLY the funniest blog I have ever read (and yes, I read the Blogess).
– you know what's fun? TEACHING BALLROOM DANCE. I get to work with the kids at the University of Minnesota Ballroom Dance Club and A) they laugh at all my lame jokes B) they laugh when I trail off after making dirty jokes inadvertently BECAUSE THAT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME C) they do what I tell them D) they're pretty talented.
– I'm going to start a Tumblr account to post all the terrible things I accidentally say while teaching dance. All dance teachers would be invited to guest post. Here's the first one [talking about basic dance frame]:
Ladies! You can't just lay on top and expect the men to do all the work.
– Christmas planning. Above and beyond the WIPs I believe I will finish, I have Advent calendars and craft projects and decorations just awaiting. We're traveling a bit around Thanksgiving and I don't want to put up the decorations before Thanksgiving, because that's crazy (I'm looking at you, Target), but I DO because when we get home? Boom! CHRISTMAS!
– Christmas is much more fun with kids and I really liked Christmas beforehand. It's so easy to shop for them, and make them things, and every tradition is so new and shiny and "WE GET TO DECORATE THE CHRISTMAS TREE?!" Yeah, little dudes, every. year.
– Did you hear that bit going around Facebook about how there's only supposed to be one space in between sentences? Apparently every style guide in the world has agreed upon this for quite some time, but those of us who learned to type on TYPEWRITERS (what with the monospaced type) are probably doomed to annoy hipsters and graphic artists until our generation dies off. So. There.
– hormones. Which are obviously funnier and easier to handle if you call them "hormobes", or MOBES for short. Can we just talk about how much less crazy it must be to be a man, without this whole cycle thing the ladyfolk deal with? OY.
– confrontation. I am NOT a big fan of confrontation, let alone "talking" or "not being sarcastic", but for some reason, this week I was taking EVERYONE ON. [See above… Or my inner rage… I don't know.]
What have you been up to? What's your holiday routine?
Two years ago: The Pinterest Project – It's Not Gross, in which I'm disappointed by healthy food being tasty.
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