L’eggo My Eggo, Er, Vera Bradley
A big thanks to Debunot for the wonderful box of goodies I got in the mail yesterday as part of her Christmas gift exchange!
The box contained some cookies, a pink koozie, and this little gem:
I now have an excuse to buy the matching bag! I ditched my diaper bag a long time ago, despite the fact that we’re still not in potty training nirvana. A mother can dream, can’t she?
Miss C helped open the box and grabbed this little goody immediately and said, “OH I want that!”
Hands off shortie. This is mama’s. I kind of miss the days she was mesmerized with torn boxes, cheap bows, and tissue paper.
I’ve been doing some last-minute shopping today in the pouring down rain. There’s something about 50 degree rainy weather that is not very festive. The last Santa present has been purchased by his lovely assistant–she drives a Pathfinder, not a sleigh, to assure she can maneuver through the traffic. Santa’s assistant has been to two different WalMart stores since yesterday (damn she’s dedicated or an idiot or stubborn or all three) to find the Biggest Littlest Pet Shop set only to leave empty handed and head for Target, which is where she probably should have gone in the first place.
