Christmas Eve-ING

I'm enjoying my Christmas Eve-ING so far. Clean-ing, eat-ing, unwrapp-ing, and some sing-ing have been accomplished thus far. I am looking forward to church-ing, bak-ing, and sleep-ing.


Yes. That is my Christmas Eve in a nutshell (a very festive nutshell perhaps). I don't know why perhaps, maybe just because? Come on Kimberellie, commit to a statement, okay? Sure...

Why is it that "sure" never sounds very definite? Whenever I ask someone something and his response is "sure" I am not always certain he IS sure.

Anyway, because all of the above is mostly rambling, I have had a BRILLIANT idea. This is it:

DRINK COFFEE

But not in the morning. It is not in the morning that I most need caffeine. It is afternoon. Yes, about two pm I start to get all wibbly wobbly like my son's penguin toy: "wibble wobble penguin, watch me wobble!"

So the past two days I have had a cup of coffee in the afternoon. And I must say, it really smooths over the 2pm to 5pm sleepies. Smooths over? Yes. SMOOTHS OVER the sleepiness with a caffeinated layer of awakeness. I am so hyped up that I don't even notice I'm sleepy (cause I'm not, I'm hyped up).

Which is sort of like cough syrup. I HATE cough medicine commercials. Because cough medicine does not make one better. It simply covers one's cough symptoms. Which is a good thing if one is going to rest, or if one HAS to work and cannot be sniffling into customers' coffee (or all over their tax return-pick your occupation).


But, wait, you didn't say you hated cough medicine. You said you hate the commercials.

Thank you Kimberly for getting me back on track (Kimberly is my sane* alter ego).

But yes, stupid commercials. Example:

Joe is sick. Joe's wife says: "Here Joe, take this and go shovel the driveway." Flash to Joe shoveling the driveway while Joe's not sick wife looks on smiling.

Good for Joe's wife, yes, but here we have Joe exerting himself when he should be resting. Because that cough medicine he took isn't making him any better; it is just making him FEEL better. And he is probably going to stay sick longer now that he isn't resting.

Okay. I have to go. My snow globe is staring at me.

*mostly