I’ve never done the external holiday lights thing before, outside of a Moravian star that was gifted to me two years ago. I thought I might give it a whirl this year, but the universe is conspiring against me. To wit, after I spent an hour wandering through Menards feeling D-U-M, stupid, regarding just how to affix said lights to the house, Eric finally called me and suggested rather firmly that we put them on the inside of the enclosed porch instead. I agreed to that and got some suction cups to hang the lights. The suction cups don’t work, which I discovered about spending about half an hour trying to locate an extension cord in the basement. (Every other cable and cord in existence, yes, we have, but a plug? Hah.) And my Moravian star won’t light up, either. I threw the whole mess down and plan to save it for my loving husband to deal with – or at least until he’s home to administer headache medicine to me as I work on it. That has to be better than trying to do it while Gabe runs in and out of the house, SLAMMING the DOOR every TEN SECONDS.
Why am I doing this again?
Gabe had a checkup today. The doctor pronounced him well. Go, Gabe. Hard to become a successful evil overlord without your health (Davros notwithstanding).
It’s Tuesday, which means Eric’s out late with his Scrabble gang. That leaves the kids’ Bible Blast studying for me tonight, which I’ve taken to doing snuggled up in bed with them on either side of me. It would work better if Gabe was a snuggler when less than 75% sleepy, at which point he’d be no good for studying, anyway. Actually, I’m not sure there exists a point at which he’s “good” for studying. I am so not looking forward to his school years if things stay like they are… 
I’m doing this race as my first 50K/ultra in July 2012. I’m so tardy to the party but...