Christmas Day
It is Christmas day. All through the house, not a creature is stirring. Except me and the cat. Hmmm. that doesn't exactly rime. Nat is in bed. She doesn't feel well. We were going to to go to Nat's mom's place for an early Christmas. We were at my parent's last night. We bot felt too bad to go though. Sorry Monica. Anyway. Ted picked Elle up. I've been trying to get her to pronounce her "L"s. She tends to drop them completely. I got Nat a digital camera. Her old one gave out. Elle got a Barbie Jeep that stays at Grandpa Mike's.
My head is killing me. Nat isn't feeling well. I'm going to go lay down after I skin the cat for crapping outside the damn box again.