Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Just like Alexander, I too have terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days. Like today. I'm stuck in the media center (middle school-ese for library) because my kids are doing research papers. Normally this isn't a problem except that someone forgot and had a vase of carnations. I'm not someone with many allerergies but I have a very serious one to carnations. No other flowers. And I do mean serious, stop breathing serious.

So they are there this morning, they remove them but the damage is done. So I take my inhalers, take Benedryl and try to get through it. By third hour I'm so tired I'm holding up my head on my hand to stay upright. My tongue is still swollen and I'm talking like Elmer Fudd.

Good news? I get to do it again tomorrow. Yippee.

And now:

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

Seven Seductive Santas

Santa #6 seems to need a bit of a rest, odd for one so young. I still maintain #4 was my favorite so far. The final Santa will be sliding down the chimney tomorrow.