To cap off our "vacation," our final flight home was delayed for three and a half hours, and when we finally arrived in Hawaii, we found that our stroller had been smushed into small pieces by Delta Airlines. Nice.
But now we're home, throwing out dead poinsettas (who gives someone with a baby a toxic plant for Christmas?), unpacking the Princess's ten thousand new toys, dusting off the old toys that she screamed bloody murder about when we tried to retire them, and doing nine loads of laundry.
I need to drum up some work to ensure that we can pay for the many dentist appointments I have scheduled (I need FOUR crowns. Four.), so I'm off to shill myself to the publishing companies who occasionally give me some work. Happy New Year, y'all!