Consider the following:
- My Christmas shopping is done except for one easy thing I can get tomorrow.
- Everything for Kev's family has been wrapped and shipped to NY.
- Everything for my family is wrapped and under the tree.
- Kev's gifts, which are hidden in an undisclosed location, will be wrapped by this time tomorrow.
- I made all of my Christmas cards, and have sent out most of them (the rest require Kev's attention).
- Last night, I cooked a real meal.
So, either I am getting my groove back, or I am just in Hyper-Holiday Mode brought on by the pressure of deadlines. Either way, I am exhausted, and looking forward to coasting through the rest of the Christmas season.
Well, time to try to find some comfortable enough pants to wear to work. I may break out the Full-Panel maternity pants today. I wish I could declare HousePants Day at the office.
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A sampling from Emperor's New Groove with adaptations...
Kevin: What happened?
Old Man: Well, I threw off the Tara's groove.
Kevin: What?
Old Man: Her groove! The rhythm in which she lives her life. Her pattern of behavior. I threw it off. And she had me thrown out the window.
Kevin: Oh, really? I'm supposed to see her today.
Old Man: Don't throw off her groove!
Kevin: Oh, okay.
Old Man: Bewaaare, the grooove.
Kevin: Hey, are you gonna be all right?
Old Man: Grooove...
Warning: K. Beware of the Groove
In my case is more like: Beware the inevitable post-holiday Groove Derailment...
-K.
I think pregnant women are deputized with mystical powers that, indeed, **do** allow them to declare it Housepants day at work.
At least for themselves. ;)
--GG
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