Last year, for Christmas my husband and I bought his mom a gift certificate to Best Buy where she bought a portable, wallet-size digital frame. She then gave it back to me to put the kid's pictures on it. While I was cleaning out some boxes yesterday, guess what I found? Yes. The frame. Apparently I have yet to put pictures on it. Ahem. This is why, if I were the type of person to make resolutions, I would make the resolution to be more organized. But of course, I'm not organized enough to make resolutions.
Last night I dropped my two oldest off at my mom and dad's house for the night and as I pulled up to my house, my first thought was "why does my neighbor have a statue sitting in front of his house?" Then I got closer and realized that it was Santa. Full red suit, complete with fake beard and bulging red sack. Standing completely still, in the dark, on the sidewalk in front of the neighbors house. Five days after Christmas. He didn't even look up at me as I drove by him. I was thankful that I had a garage to pull into and shut the door behind me, otherwise I would have kept driving. It was like one of those "What's Wrong With This Picture" games. (Oh, oh! I know! It's the creepy santa! ) I wondered if I still had a tv or computer. When I got in the house, I peeked out the window and he was gone.
Then several minutes later, I could swear I heard the doorknob being jiggled. But maybe I was imagining it. Either way, I was on full alert last night and I kept checking and double checking the doors. So today, because of my paranoia, I'm exhausted and my head hurts and I'm grumpy. And it's all santa's fault.