The actors in Elf were wonderful. They were great dancers & OMG, their voices! A. Maz. Ing!
The 2 of us & the hat. |
Unfortunately, the show was horrible. We almost left at intermission but the idea of having nowhere else to go & ending our date early had us going back to our seats. We did buy a hat for hubby that kept him very happy.
I love that my hubby thinks I'm beautiful but I just realized that this may cloud his view of what I really look like. He took a picture of me in his new hat & said it was "perfect" when he previewed it. I shouldn't have trusted his opinion.
I will have to remember to always have him take 2 pictures of me every single time, because this is what I saw this morning:
We had had the opportunity to buy extra tickets to Elf at a greatly reduced price & we had considered getting some for our parents as an early Christmas gift. I'm so glad we didn't do that. They would have returned our gifts & thought that coal was too good of a gift after "enjoying" their own gift.
If someone gives you free tickets to see this show...rip them up. It was that bad. I love the movie, hate the show.
And now I will share my last week...
When I had help making cupcakes, I learned that 9 year old Ginger Girl still takes things literally:
Blondie had an eye appointment & totally rocked the Old Granny Snap-On sunglasses after having her eyes dilated:
And because dilated eyes scare the ever-loving poo out of me:
Every single person I touch comments on how hot my hands are. Every time. Hubby uses my hands to warm his ears in the winter. My patients have poor circulation so they love when I warm their hands or feet with my hands. I always tell my patients the saying "hot hands are healing hands" & that it's a sign I was meant to be in health care. While others like to warm their hands in mine constantly, this is not such a great thing when baking. While making Blondie's failed cookie cake, I decorated it with mini chocolate chips. Not one of those chips made it to the cake unmelted...
And yes, even M&M's melt in my hand.
I was stone cold sober, I swear. Nor do I have a lazy eye. |
We had had the opportunity to buy extra tickets to Elf at a greatly reduced price & we had considered getting some for our parents as an early Christmas gift. I'm so glad we didn't do that. They would have returned our gifts & thought that coal was too good of a gift after "enjoying" their own gift.
If someone gives you free tickets to see this show...rip them up. It was that bad. I love the movie, hate the show.
And now I will share my last week...
When I had help making cupcakes, I learned that 9 year old Ginger Girl still takes things literally:
I told Ginger Girl to put 3 eggs in the bowl. |
Blondie had an eye appointment & totally rocked the Old Granny Snap-On sunglasses after having her eyes dilated:
She obviously can make anything look good. |
And because dilated eyes scare the ever-loving poo out of me:
Seriously, she's so stinkin' creepy in this picture, I am writing this with my hand over her eyes because writing it with a hand over my own eyes wasn't working. <shudder> |
Every single person I touch comments on how hot my hands are. Every time. Hubby uses my hands to warm his ears in the winter. My patients have poor circulation so they love when I warm their hands or feet with my hands. I always tell my patients the saying "hot hands are healing hands" & that it's a sign I was meant to be in health care. While others like to warm their hands in mine constantly, this is not such a great thing when baking. While making Blondie's failed cookie cake, I decorated it with mini chocolate chips. Not one of those chips made it to the cake unmelted...
And I hate chocolate so it's okay that I find finger licking to be the most disgusting act ever . |
And yes, even M&M's melt in my hand.
Ginger Girl's dog went to the Doggie Spa & got shaved. He is now sporting leg warmers, a ball for a tail, and just enough hair on his head for a ponytail. After everyone goes to school, this is what I do for the little guy (shh...don't tell anyone 'cause I don't want to get a reputation for going soft in my old age)...
"No, I'm not spoiled. Why do you ask?" |
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