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It Was Fun ... No. Really!

December 28, 2003 ... 9:01 p.m.

[testing baby food]

David: “Here, try this one. You’ll like it. It’s Hawaiian Delight!”
*Eibisch samples*
Eibisch: “Okay ... yeah. Neither Hawaiian nor Delightful.”
David: “Eibisch, do you just sit around all day thinking of funny things to say?”

It’s over. They’re gone. It was actually rather pleasant. Ivy still acted like we were putting her out, what with all our cooking and cleaning and baking and holding Christmas dinner for 20+ people. It must have been so stressful on her.

Whatever.

Cousin#4’s hubby thinks I’m hilarious. He told me so. He literally said, “Eibisch, you are hilarious.” I wish I could clone him. David-Clones would come in very handy at gift giving occasions. And he’s always pawning his youngest daughter off on me. “Eibisch, want Abby?” “Eibisch, take the baby.” “Eibisch, wanna hold Abby?” “Here, Eibisch, take the baby--she’s sleeping.”

[sarcasm] I mean, jeez! You know how much I dislike children. You might as well force me to shave my legs with a weed-whacker at gunpoint. [/sarcasm]

Of course, as anyone who has ever actually read this journal knows ... children actually, truly delight me. And I was more than happy to play with and hold 9-month-old Abby as much as I could. She’s such a smiley, happy little thing. And her big sister, Michaela (aka--TheCuteToddler)? Absolute doll. Abby, Michaela, Baby (slash toddler) JD--living, breathing, blue-eyed, blond dolls. And they were all on heightened cuteness alert today. I’m all cuted out. I am in cuteness overload and cannot handle any more cuteness for a minimum of 24 hours. I can’t even look at myself in a mirror. The cuteness would just be too much.

Cousin#3 ... I just ... she hugged me! She hugged Bootsie! She hugged--wait for it--MOM! Aww, I guess the real Cold War is over.

In other, entirely irrelevant I have found--and purchased--the perfect New Year’s Eve dress. For next year. It’s so gorgeous, I can’t even believe I got it. It’s just .. it was on sale .. and it’s beautiful ... and it’s the perfect color on me. I must have different plans for next NYE, as my plans for this NYE involve eight children under the age of 7 and they simply cannot comprehend the power of The Dress.

In more irrelevant news, Gabe’s is having an ELVIS tribute Jan. 9. A day late, pals. But that’s okay. I will celebrate the actual date of his birth by watching his movies and concert videos all day. It will also be a day of ELVIS Nummies (foods well loved by the King), such as fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches.

Shut up--they’re good!

The next day, I’m at Gabe’s, baby!

Perhaps, I will have a cheeseburger & fries in honor of ELVIS.

And perhaps I had better lay off the ELVIS Nummies if I hope to accurately wield the power of The Dress next year.

I’m working on a new layout for the new year. Hopefully, I will have to put up with my resolutions entry. Woo.

And, hey, my 2 year Diaryland birthday is Wednesday. I have zero people listing me as a favorite, which I am totally fine with as I just do not need that kind of pressure, and 11 guestbook entries. C’mon ... show me some love ... sign the guestbook ... even if you hate me and all that I stand for, don’t put the innocent guestbook in the middle. It’s always the quiet ones who go postal and shoot up the community colleges and, right now, my guestbook is vewy, vewy quiet.

I am beginning to worry.

Currently Reading: Raj by Gita Mehta

Listening To: ELVIS: 2nd To None by ELVIS
...don’t you ever kiss me once, kiss me twice--treat me nice...

Have a happy day!

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