meow (aka her royal highness princess meow meow) unwrapped three presents last night. presents have been under the tree for a week and she didn't bother them. apparently she does not approve of the sweats we got maw-maw. the girl just got up and i informed her of what her cat did. ah, she is so like a mother. she made excuses for the cat. first it was maybe she was all psychedelicked (her word) out because rebel (my cat) was chasing her around all night. uh, rebel is a bazillion (ok not really but he's like 16) years old and doesn't chase anything anymore. then she said, well, maybe meow thought she deserved a present and she was opening them to see which one was her's.
we watched dreamgirls last night. omg, jennifer hudson can flat out sing. she has an incredible voice. wow.
it was 72 degrees in the house last night. i turned the heat off. i don't think we're going to have a white christmas. dammit. just once i'd love to wake up the day before christmas to about 4 feet of fluffy white stuff and be snowed in for a couple of days. we'd make snowmen and snow angles and have snowball fights.