Santa Claus is mowing you down

This morning, rather than get up to do yoga, I got up to assemble this. I decided it was going to be under the tree assembled so it could be enjoyed right away and I would not have an excited three-year-old hovering over me as I put it together. It was pretty easy and I like assembling things when it's not hard, but it still took 1:22, so I'm glad I did it in advance! Shhhh. Don't tell AG33 what it is! It will be a surprise for him, too, and I think he'll get a lot of fun out of it as well.

My mommy bought me some very nice clothes for my birthday that will defintiely work great if the chakra embroidery project ever comes to pass - sizes were perfect, clothes were wonderful. Though I'm gonna try them all out during yoga before Mom orders any more, obviously, to be 100% sure.

The Barbarian and I wrapped her Daddy's gifts last night.

Yesterday, AG33 was barfing his guts out, but it suddenly cleared up about 7:30 last night and he's great today except an odd rash on his torso. Doesn't look like anything on any website we could find, and he has zero other symptoms, so until something else happens, we're just keeping an eye on it. Nobody else barfing yet, so yay.

If I don't see y'all again before, Merry Christmas!

Santa Claus is Gunning You Down: Lyrics

Amy: He knows when you are sleeping.
Farnsworth: He knows when you're on the can.
Leela: He'll hunt you down and blast your ass from here to Pakistan.
Zoidberg: Ohh.
Hermes: You better not breathe, you better not move.
Bender: You better off dead, I'm telling you dude,
Fry: Santa Claus is gunning you down.

:D