It's obvious...I'm a crackhead.

Next weekend is a big deal. We're having a birthday party - complete with pizzas, cakes, ice cream, a piñata, and a bounce house with slide...much like this one. There will be lots of screaming kids, plenty of fun, and hopefully no fighting or broken bones. This will all take place at my house, because I'm on crack, evidently. What other reason could be behind my planning such an event at my home?

I will have to clean before and after the party. I will have to keep the extra children out of my kids' rooms. I will have to make sure the dog is gone for the day.

I have lost my ever-lovin' mind.

What did she just say?

Mmmkay, so I bought the movie "Gremlins" for my kids. It's a classic, you can't see it at the store for 10 bucks and not buy it. Well, I can't anyway.

So, Kennedy and I were watching it the other night, and it comes to a part where Phoebe Cates' character is talking about the death of her father on Christmas Eve when she was a child:

"The worst thing that ever happened to me was on Christmas. Oh, God. It was so horrible. .... I was 9 years old. Me and Mom were decorating the tree, waiting for Dad to come home from work. A couple hours went by. Dad wasn't home. ....... Christmas Day came and went, and still nothing. So the police began a search. Four or five days went by. ...... The house was freezing, so I went to try to light up the fire. That's when I noticed the smell. ......they pulled out my father. He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney. ...... He slipped and broke his neck. He died instantly.

And that's how I found out there was no Santa Claus."

Yeah, read that last line again. Luckily the 5½ year old little girl who will only behave near Christmas-time is if I threaten her with calling Santa Claus and telling him how bad she's been didn't catch it!

I forgot to post my pics!

So, that Photo Hunt thing turned out to be cool. I finished a couple of weeks ago and uploaded all my pics, and as promised... here they are.