Since yesterday, Hadley has sincerely and sweetly been saying “Maurice Moneydod, everyone!” Then she’ll sing a few verses only to stop and tell Peter and I that Maurice Moneydod means Merry Christmas in Spanish. Say it out loud. I can see why she thought that was Feliz Navidad.
They have ripped open all of their loot and now we are all sort of wandering around dazed and full…and tired. I’m debating a trek to the dog park though because the sun is out! Merry Christmas to me. I made a supreme French Toast Strata for breakfast. Peter is in charge of dinner and is making Roast Beef, Yorkshire pudding and green beans. We still haven’t cracked open any booze yet. Just didn’t feel like drinking yesterday. Perhaps we’ll have champagne later.
I’m dying to take a class in my new yoga gear from here. I want everything in the store…
posted on Sunday, December 25, 2005 10:52 AM