Merry Christmas Eve, Eve.

Merry Christmas Eve, Eve.

I have a Christmas miracle to share with you. But not today.

Today I have a badrillion and forty three hundred six thousand and nine things to do before tomorrow.

The tomorrow where we are planning on packing up the truck and heading north to expose Nugget to the frigid wonder of snow, all whilst taking a gamble on mother nature that we won’t get stuck because of road closures. We’re ballsy like that, maybe.

The today is when I am positive this chicken will lose its head. Or at least that’s what I’m going to look like until Sunday rolls around. Bok-bok.

The best part about today though? The wrapping party where I dress like a Rockette and wear ridiculously, festive head gear on the internet with friends far and wide. My friends aren’t wide. The distance between us. That’s what I’m. Oh never mind.

Now where are my nylons…