Anyone There?

Today was a distinctly unfunny day. From the burned graham cracker pie crusts to the cold I seem to have picked up, nothing went quite right. But I'm okay now. Holidays are worse in the anticipation than in the actual event. Once I'm caught up in the swing of cooking and baking, it's all almost enjoyable (aside from the high-pitched whining that emanates constantly from my offspring - think cicadas). And I took Anna to get her hair cut today, which made her like me for almost 15 whole minutes. So that's good, too.

When I wasn't in the kitchen or out currying favor with my alienated teenage daughter, I was noticing that the other bloggers I visit get way more comments than me. What's up with that, huh? I have Sitemeter, and I know you're out there. Remember when you were little, and your mother took you to see the play Peter Pan? And everyone had to clap for poor little Tinkerbell, or she'd die or something? You all didn't clap, now did you? I can tell.

Oh, well, our handyman still loves me. He actually came back today and built me a storage bench so that I can hide all the rain boots and bike helmets, instead of having them strewn attractively throughout the living room. This made me very happy. See? It doesn't take much. Also, the kids stayed occupied watching him. I hope he doesn't charge me for the babysitting, too.

Whew! Just under the wire for today - I'm still in it. NaBloPoMo, that is. The pressure, it's incredible.