Christmas Tree Time.
I went on a ride in a hay wagon to get the tree. I hung out in a building that had dust and hay. My throat hurts. My nose is running a bit. Dara's nose is stuffy.
Kelly has pine tar in his hair and Dara and I are allergic to the tree. Kelly and Brannon are not allergicists. ?
But it is a beautiful tree. Kelly put the lights on tonight. My throat hurts. Not enough to make me cry. It is annoying. And my voice is changing.
I adore my 50 calorie a cup Lo-Han-Kuo. It is my liquid friend. It makes me happy. Am I an addict? Said in a whisper: "I see addicted people."
I also like it when people I don't know comment on my blog. I like to comment on their blogs. Does that make me a buttinsky? A Nosy McNoserson?