December 7th, and the tree is standing (crookedly), the gift lists stand almost deviod of thought or planning, my hair is once again too shaggy and long, and i'm in possession of these nifty little pills that help make the stress go away so I can function. Dallas is not only home again, she's been bathed, and tonight neither rain, nor sleet nor snow nor M&Ms shall stop us from our foray into the night.
the night!
