Three Weeks to Go!

This morning, something cheesy came on the radio and I asked the Captain, "Who do you think was better, Sheriff or Warrant?" And he replied, "Who do YOU think was better, Hitler or Mussolini?" proving once and for all that you cannot have a serious discussion on art with a man without it turning political.

In other news, I am waiting on the edge of my seat to hear if our only babysitter can come on Friday night to watch the kids so the Captain and I can attend his work Christmas party. Living where we do and having the kids we do makes finding a sitter a bit of a challenge. But I have my outfit all picked out. If she can't make it, I am not above getting all dolled-up up for a night in front of the TV by myself. Actually, this technically sounds more pleasant than hob-nobbing with the General and watching the Privates challenge each other to an arm-wrestle. But I could use a night away from the kids. So keep your fingers crossed for me!

More Christmas baking today and maybe (maybe) a trip to the Santa parade in town tonight. My over-the-top joyfest continues!

Comments

Linda said…
Well, here's hoping your sitter comes through for you.

I had no idea who Sheriff or Warrant were- that was my Sesame Street period. :)

(I like that you felt the need to include links for Hitler and Mussolini. At least I did know who they were!)

Enjoy the parade.
December 4, 2010 at 12:00 PM
Debra She Who Seeks said…
I blush to say that I have no idea who Sheriff or Warrant are, either. You young whippersnappers and your crazy bands!
December 4, 2010 at 12:19 PM
Janine said…
Hey girlfriend!! Let me know if you get out!! we are having company tonight and I just cut my finger BAD cutting potates. Happens ALL the time!! Nothing a glass of wine won't cure!!

Have fun!!!
December 4, 2010 at 12:49 PM
Unknown said…
I hope that your babysitter can make it! Christmas baking...yum! There is no way that I can start baking yet, because I would have it all gone by Christmas!
December 4, 2010 at 6:11 PM
MOMSWEB said…
I hope your babysitter comes through, you deserve a night away!
December 4, 2010 at 9:29 PM
Glenda said…
I'm hoping you made the party! Sometimes it does you good just to go out, without the kids , even if it is only a little while. Nothing like talking to some adults here and there!
December 5, 2010 at 1:40 AM
Jeannette StG said…
Hope you get your baby sitter to come! But, wouldn't it be better to get a babysitter or something you really want to do (even if that was for hanging out at a certain restaurant or store, or concert??)
December 5, 2010 at 7:43 AM
Dimple said…
I hope your babysitter can make it, although I can sympathize with your ideas about staying home, also.

I don't know who Sheriff and Warrant are, either, but I gathered that they were not politicians of any sort, and possibly that the Captain thinks they are both bad...

I'm glad my photo inspired you!
December 5, 2010 at 8:13 AM
Frostbite and Sunburn said…
I hear you - I do hope you get the sitter. I don't get dolled up much wither, but occasionally I just crave an excuse for lippy and sparkles!!
December 5, 2010 at 6:10 PM
Stephanie Faris said…
Fingers crossed. Those of us without kids forget how tough it is for parents to get out for even the simplest things!
December 6, 2010 at 12:32 PM
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