We survived the whole holiday season, and I think the kids had a nice Christmas. I almost blew it big time--in all the craziness, I inadvertently bought H a gift from Santa that she already had. When she opened it, she eyed it suspiciously and said, "this is really weird, but I already have this, and Santa doesn't make mistakes. Don't you think this is weird?" I think she really wants to believe, though, so we ultimately decided one of the elves must have made a mistake. She also was suspicious of the fact that she didn't get everything on her list, and got other things that were not on her list, but I assured her that Santa knows best. Really, Santa does.
I'm headed to Phoenix for a half-marathon next weekend, and it's going to be ugly. I have not run much at all since I strained my IT band while running through snowy streets last month. So while I was feeling really optimistic after my fast 10K in November, now I'm going to just try not to do worse than I did in the Chicago half this time around. I am relying on sheer determination to get me through the race.
The Orkin man came last month and I have not seen those horrible camelback crickets since. Does that mean a pile of cricket carcasses is rotting behind my walls? Ewww.
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