A day in the life of a Punky

Today was a good day. A slightly busy day.

I did a small load of clothes, and I came home to a sleepy, growly monster I had to wake up. That was funny, normally I'm the one who's grumpy when I'm woken up, but today it was Angel's turn. He almost bit my head off, but I still love him.

We also went to his mom's boss's house, and had an okay time. They live in Riverdale, and the bus ride took forever, but on Broadway they've put on shiny Christmas light, and it just serves to remind me it's that time of the year. I still find it hard to believe that this week is Thanksgiving. I'm trying not to freak out.

Hopefully everything will go okay. Hopefully Christmas is going to go okay. I'm worried about the whole thing. From presents, to food, to the tree. But on the other hand.. wait for it.... The tree goes up on Thursday! Wooooohooooo! I can't wait.


And now I'm crawling into bed so as not to freeze to death.

PS. Funny bones, are not, and I repeat, not funny.